Thursday, January 28, 2010

Miss Information's catalogue of birthday annoyances

Yesterday was Miss Information's birthday. Here is a list of what went wrong.

1. She had to get up. Early.
2. On the way to school, the niggling hamstring problem she's been having suddenly got a whole lot worse, turning into a "you go on without me....cough, cough....I'll only slow you down....cough, cough...." kind of situation.
3. She got 9/10 on an assignment, which didn't seem bad until the professor mentioned that anyone who didn't get 10/10 had missed the entire point.
4. Her plans to spend the night eating cake while watching an entire season of Doctor Who was ruined by the damn library DVDs which for some reason included 3 copies of disc 3 but no disc 2 or disc 4.
5. The Starbucks people were surly...and did not give her a free coffee this year. Bastards.
6. On the way home from coffee, she somehow managed to slam her finger in the car door. It really, really hurt. On the positive side, it is a very nice shade of purple.
7. There was nothing on television but the president.
8. She somehow missed an episode of 24 and now has no idea what's going on.
9. In the middle of the night, the cat puked on the bed--this technically was no longer her birthday as it was after midnight but still...very annoying

Friday, January 15, 2010

Miss Information is annoyed by her awesome skills

One of her coworkers commented recently that Miss Information is really good with the disturbed customers. While this may come as a shock to some blog readers who think Miss Information is a great example of terrible customer service, it is true. Although Miss Information hates dealing with these nutjobs, it is unfortunately one of her only skills.

The encounter the coworker had observed went like this. The dude came to the desk waving one of the dreaded Customer Complaint forms. He wanted justice! He didn't care for the attitude of one of the librarians. Miss Information can totally relate. Library workers can be kind of dickish sometimes. After ascertaining that the man was not complaining about her, she had a nice conversation with the fellow. He offered his medical history—plate in his head. He shared his conspiracy theories—an Indian guru's connection to 9/11 hijackers, something about Tibet. He's also quite suspicious about the CIA. It was all very enlightening. Miss Information has a new crazy friend.

Sigh. Miss Information would rather be good with her hands—at least then she'd end up with crocheted doilies.