Random Refuse
The medium by which Tony Woods pours out the deranged musings of his wandering mind for the legions of people he pretends are reading this rubbish.
So, today has been one of those days where technology reminds you who truly “wears the pants” in your relationship. And, yes, it is indeed a relationship. Here’s an example: At 12:30 I arrive at the library where I work and via a brief, awkward (if not altogether rigid) exchange I discover that now is not the greatest of times to be alone with her (in this case the computer behind the reception desk) for a four hour shift. Not really having a choice, I proceeded with a sense of circumspection; I didn’t open any videos, I wasn’t streaming anything, I avoided Flash or Java heavy sites…basically, I checked my gmail and let it go at that. We were getting along swimmingly (in light of her…slowness) for nearly an hour. Then…IT happened. A patron came in and asked me what section christian fiction was in. Thinking it was in the 800’s (Dewey Decimal) somewhere, I look in the system. All of my gentleness, my cajoling must have fallen on deaf processors! For it was roughly 5 minutes later before she had calmed down enough to process my request, and -begrudgingly- gave me my desired results! All this time, the patron was waiting. And, of course, two problems ensue. One, while it’s HER issue, it reflects on ME! Your average patron isn’t going to stop and think, “Oh, they’re having a spat…maybe I should cut him some slack.” No indeed! The average patron is going to think, “Aw CRAP! Now I’m stuck waiting on this durn retard…he needs to learn to put his foot down and put that gal in her place! Wait a minute…where’d I put my skoal?!” Problem two: …I can’t remember. I got too worked up on problem one. Bah…I’m done here…only 48 minutes left on my shift…I will survive…
“Deus lo vult.”
-Tony
