Miss Information is too tired for thisMiss Information pulled a muscle at the gym last night and she's in a lot of pain. She hobbled in to work anyway. She has a lot to do. She recently became responsible for inputting data into the French literary awards section of the library's website. This involves transcribing the names and titles of the winners and finalists for a number of awards covering the past several years. The French awards. French is not a language she knows.
Miss Information studied Latin in high school--Caecillius est pater. Metella est mater. Quintus est filius. Etc. This is not a lot of help. Therefore the process is a wee bit slow and a teensy bit frustrating. Really, how many accents does one language need? Stupid ASCII codes.
In summary, her brain is numb and her leg hurts.
She took a break from all the fun to attend to the public. This was not a good time for Mr Vague to make an appearance. Mr Vague wanted a book by the doctor who writes books. Uh-huh? He was on TV last night. Oh, yeah? Miss Information tried to get additional information. The only other snippet of information the man could provide was "not the guy from CNN". So that totally narrowed things down. He didn't remember the show he was watching. He didn't know the subject of the book. Something medical.
Miss Information watched Survivor last night which is no help.
The worst part is that the man got a bit snippy with her. Like she's supposed to know what he was watching on television last night.
The man went away to look for more details. He promised to come back again soon.