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BLG #1 demanded to know why it isn't possible to create new documents in MS Word on the computers in the media room. I helpfully told her that she can create and edit in Word on any of the six computers in the main reading room, four of which are on a bar, intended to be used while standing, and two of which are on a normal-height table by the window, with chairs and everything. She huffed at me that she didn't want to type an entire paper standing up, and I indicated to her that one of the sitting computers was, in fact, available for use. She again asked why that option wasn't on all the computers, and told me that it was "stupid." That's nice, honey, you can pass that complaint on to the computing commons people -- because I just work circulation, I am certainly not in charge of what you can and can't do on our public workstations.
BLG #2 rushed up to the desk and asked whether, if she gave me her student ID number, I could "type it in" to some nebulous device so that she could print a document without having to physically swipe her ID card. No, I told her, that's not how it works. She said, she's in a hurry and her card is down the hall and isn't there any way? If she really can't be bothered to go get her card from wherever it is inside the building, she can buy a visitor card for $0.57 and swipe that to print her document, I inform her. She huffs and begins to run out the door, and stops just outside the security gate to say, "I don't see why I can't just give it my number." I tell her that it's accessing a monetary account and so the magnetic strip must be read, just like at the vending machines or any of the campus stores. She asks if I would pass on her complaint to her. No, I say, you can take it up with the reprographics department yourself.
AAAAUUUUUGH.
And then at 7:00 all the public workstations were Not Working -- any function we tried to access from the Start menu, which is the only thing you can access on the public workstations, presented us with an error message saying that the function was restricted. They seem to be up and running now, though, and I have no idea what happened or how it got fixed, especially since the Help Desk person I called on the phone said the person who deals with it got off at five and the soonest they could send someone to help was tomorrow morning. I suspect Irish Tech Boss sweet-talked the computers into working.
And now that I've spent 15 minutes on LJ, and 20 minutes before that organizing my 50 zillion open windows into 50 zillion open tabs in a handful of windows, sorted by subject, instead of working on my "Teaching Materials Project" (in which I have to make two lists of pieces to hypothetically use in my first year of teaching, one for middle school and one for high school), I'm gonna go see the Undergrad Composers Concert! Yaaaaaaaay not doing homework. Also, I have not played bassoon at all today. And I also still have not decided where I want to go to grad school. ffffffffffuuuuuckkkkkkk. Actually Wednesday is a holiday, and I have Big Plans to devote it to (1) Grad School and (2) Sleep, so I'm pretty excited. Being able to see that on the horizon gives me hope for surviving today and tomorrow. Especially since, this weekend, I put sleep as my highest priority, and thus got nothing done.
It upsets me that I so egregiously don't have my shit together right now.
Also! I wrote Flatmate a passive-aggressive note this morning. More later.
BLG #2 rushed up to the desk and asked whether, if she gave me her student ID number, I could "type it in" to some nebulous device so that she could print a document without having to physically swipe her ID card. No, I told her, that's not how it works. She said, she's in a hurry and her card is down the hall and isn't there any way? If she really can't be bothered to go get her card from wherever it is inside the building, she can buy a visitor card for $0.57 and swipe that to print her document, I inform her. She huffs and begins to run out the door, and stops just outside the security gate to say, "I don't see why I can't just give it my number." I tell her that it's accessing a monetary account and so the magnetic strip must be read, just like at the vending machines or any of the campus stores. She asks if I would pass on her complaint to her. No, I say, you can take it up with the reprographics department yourself.
AAAAUUUUUGH.
And then at 7:00 all the public workstations were Not Working -- any function we tried to access from the Start menu, which is the only thing you can access on the public workstations, presented us with an error message saying that the function was restricted. They seem to be up and running now, though, and I have no idea what happened or how it got fixed, especially since the Help Desk person I called on the phone said the person who deals with it got off at five and the soonest they could send someone to help was tomorrow morning. I suspect Irish Tech Boss sweet-talked the computers into working.
And now that I've spent 15 minutes on LJ, and 20 minutes before that organizing my 50 zillion open windows into 50 zillion open tabs in a handful of windows, sorted by subject, instead of working on my "Teaching Materials Project" (in which I have to make two lists of pieces to hypothetically use in my first year of teaching, one for middle school and one for high school), I'm gonna go see the Undergrad Composers Concert! Yaaaaaaaay not doing homework. Also, I have not played bassoon at all today. And I also still have not decided where I want to go to grad school. ffffffffffuuuuuckkkkkkk. Actually Wednesday is a holiday, and I have Big Plans to devote it to (1) Grad School and (2) Sleep, so I'm pretty excited. Being able to see that on the horizon gives me hope for surviving today and tomorrow. Especially since, this weekend, I put sleep as my highest priority, and thus got nothing done.
It upsets me that I so egregiously don't have my shit together right now.
Also! I wrote Flatmate a passive-aggressive note this morning. More later.
