Thursday, October 14, 2010
Library Schlibrary
In the recent years, I noticed an increasing tendency to dish out a piece of my mind during annoying circumstances. When once I would have kept silent for the purpose of keeping peace and harmony, I no longer do. At times, anyway.
This post is triggered by an intensely annoying incident, which had happened for the 3rd or 4th time. Everytime I try to step into the library of what is now my workplace, I would inevitably be stopped with:"Hey! Have you registered?!" I can't remember if I had ever blogged about it before, but the 1st few times it did, I was not yet a staff and so technically had no rights within the compound *cue sarcasm*. I recalled giving this young lady librarian rolling eyes and barely veiled sarcastic responses to her bureaucratic, almost robot-like registration processes. I made up my mind never to step in again, but alas, I was hauled to the workplace and have to walk near it everyday now.
Today, I successfully walked in and found my books on the shelves. Thinking that the library staff finally recognised me now, little did I expect that problem was to happen at the borrowing counter (yes, they still have borrowing counter. Hello, digital age? Hello, automatic check-out machine? Oops. And did I tell you that registration was conducted by hand, still. And probably thrown into the Black Hole of the library.) Even after passing him my valid staff library card, I was asked if I had registered! He even showed me a photocopied student card and asked if it was mine. A few minutes of confusion ensued before he realised I was not who he thought I was. Uncle Librarian got down to trying to stamp my library books.
"Hello?! Have you registered yet???" This plumb auntie asked me. She demanded again, seeing I was struck dumb by her question. Only after being told by Uncle did she realise her mistake. they both thought I was "someone else". I gave her my coldest look and refused to talk, waiting for my books. (Yes this is how long some library could go about processing a borrowing request. from staff. With valid library card.)
As destiny would have it, the "someone else" for whom I was mistaken arrived then. Subjected to the same miserable registration process I once got, she complained why must borrowing from a library be so difficult? "Oh it's the same everywhere. Even in *** it's the same." Replied Plump Auntie.
"Oh yes. It is a pain." I blurted out in disgust and anger. "I am a staff and THEY too put me through this."
"Oh no! No! It was a case of mistaken identity!" Plump Auntie insisted. I rolled my eyes. Still waiting for my books. Uncle had gotten distracted with the girl's request and gone to do other stuff. Man, I could have finished cooking a simple meal for myself by the time he finished processing my borrowing request. Anyhow, I took off, shaking dust off my feet at them in disgust. Pathetic things, trying to justify their pitiful existence.
Now I would really like to buy something to cool off.
This post is triggered by an intensely annoying incident, which had happened for the 3rd or 4th time. Everytime I try to step into the library of what is now my workplace, I would inevitably be stopped with:"Hey! Have you registered?!" I can't remember if I had ever blogged about it before, but the 1st few times it did, I was not yet a staff and so technically had no rights within the compound *cue sarcasm*. I recalled giving this young lady librarian rolling eyes and barely veiled sarcastic responses to her bureaucratic, almost robot-like registration processes. I made up my mind never to step in again, but alas, I was hauled to the workplace and have to walk near it everyday now.
Today, I successfully walked in and found my books on the shelves. Thinking that the library staff finally recognised me now, little did I expect that problem was to happen at the borrowing counter (yes, they still have borrowing counter. Hello, digital age? Hello, automatic check-out machine? Oops. And did I tell you that registration was conducted by hand, still. And probably thrown into the Black Hole of the library.) Even after passing him my valid staff library card, I was asked if I had registered! He even showed me a photocopied student card and asked if it was mine. A few minutes of confusion ensued before he realised I was not who he thought I was. Uncle Librarian got down to trying to stamp my library books.
"Hello?! Have you registered yet???" This plumb auntie asked me. She demanded again, seeing I was struck dumb by her question. Only after being told by Uncle did she realise her mistake. they both thought I was "someone else". I gave her my coldest look and refused to talk, waiting for my books. (Yes this is how long some library could go about processing a borrowing request. from staff. With valid library card.)
As destiny would have it, the "someone else" for whom I was mistaken arrived then. Subjected to the same miserable registration process I once got, she complained why must borrowing from a library be so difficult? "Oh it's the same everywhere. Even in *** it's the same." Replied Plump Auntie.
"Oh yes. It is a pain." I blurted out in disgust and anger. "I am a staff and THEY too put me through this."
"Oh no! No! It was a case of mistaken identity!" Plump Auntie insisted. I rolled my eyes. Still waiting for my books. Uncle had gotten distracted with the girl's request and gone to do other stuff. Man, I could have finished cooking a simple meal for myself by the time he finished processing my borrowing request. Anyhow, I took off, shaking dust off my feet at them in disgust. Pathetic things, trying to justify their pitiful existence.
Now I would really like to buy something to cool off.
Labels: Rambles
// posted by Jenn @ 3:54 PM 
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