Miss Information is a terrible judge of characterIt wasn't the best week at work. Miss Information was annoyed by the number of coworkers with "flu-like symptoms" and also the usual lack of communication in the library. E-mail people! Jeez. How hard is it to send e-mail explaining stuff?
So, Miss Information was burned out and cranky on Thursday evening when a fellow came to the desk. He was scruffy in an "I'm an artist" not an "I'm a serial killer" kind of way. He'd run out of time on the computer and the file he thought he saved was gone. He didn't seem too upset about this. Looking back, this should have been a clue. He and Miss Information had a pleasant chat about better ways to save files and monitor your computer time. He was nice. He seemed normal.
Miss Information signed him up for more computer time and got back to her stamping and shushing duties. About two minutes had passed when the man, the same normalish man stormed past the desk complaining bitterly about how the media and the president were crapping all over him. They were always doing that.
Miss Information's crazy-dar must be on the fritz.