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Dec. 13th, 2005 11:31 pmI work at a college help desk. It's finals week and my last final was on Monday, so I volunteered to work evenings.
Tonight someone asked me if he was in the library. When I asked him to repeat his question (because honestly, I could have misheard it), he asks "this used to be the library, right?"
I pause then tell him that the computer center was built a few years ago and that the library was actually *over there.*
That makes the second time since I've started working here that the ETC has been mistaken for the library. (In the future, books are obsolete and computers are everything!) Like the last time, this guy was an older man and probably was a former student.
Last night, someone had a question about his ID card (which also allows access to buildings on campus). It wasn't allowing him access to a building which it should have. I told him that he would need to talk to the [guy in charge of the cards] who should be here in the morning.
"He's not here now? Why not?"
Because it's almost 9 pm. Just because the library's open 24 hours doesn't mean everything else is.
Last Thursday afternoon, someone called to ask if we had any loaner laptops. I told her that no, we did not and that she had missed the laptop lottery. Last night a woman comes by and asks the same question. Like the first caller, she said that she was a senior and her laptop had died in a permanent fashion. Wait...I didn't ask if she was the same one who called earlier, but I wonder. If she was, why didn't she believe me the first time? Do I not sound credible over the phone? I wonder if she's going to come by again. I gave her some unofficial advice about where to find cheap laptops, as she was considering biting the bullet and getting a new one.
Last month, we killed the old email program Blitzmail and switched to IMAP. Last week I was in the lobby of the computer building and overhear my coworker have the following exchange:
S: Computer User Services, this is S. You can't get into Blitzmail? We shut off the server last month. ...Are you on leave? [...] We've been sending out warning emails for months.
And for the love of all that is holy (or not), back up your thesis! I've had four people tell me that their computer was stolen or is as dead as a dinosaur, but only one of them actually backed up her thesis. You have worked (theoretically) for the better part of a semester, why don't you have it anywhere else?
Boy was I happy to have backups of my thesis when my hard drive died. Because it's not if your computer dies, it's when your computer dies. I think it senses impending finals and dies preemptively.
Sunday night, one of my other coworkers arrives at work to find the following note so nicely left on the desk: Borrowed ethernet cord. Will return. ~~Sunday~~
No name, of course. When the person returned, my coworker resisted her urge to strangle him with the cord and instead gave him a stern talk about how we no longer lend out cords because they have a way of walking off, and that most cords have a specific purpose (dorms subnet, sandbox) so we really don't lend out those. Also, there are a bazillion jacks under the desk, most of which are empty. We can't just put the cord back in the "only open jack" like the guy suggested. This particular cord was the one to the sandbox, which obviously has to go in a specific port. Which we can't ID readily in the darkness of under the desk.
The guy reportedly was chagrined and offered to plug it back in, but still didn't apologize.
People also need to shower. Just, you know, sometimes. Because boy do the IRCs smell. At least people are using the Purel kept at the desk to sanitize their hands.
Tonight someone asked me if he was in the library. When I asked him to repeat his question (because honestly, I could have misheard it), he asks "this used to be the library, right?"
I pause then tell him that the computer center was built a few years ago and that the library was actually *over there.*
That makes the second time since I've started working here that the ETC has been mistaken for the library. (In the future, books are obsolete and computers are everything!) Like the last time, this guy was an older man and probably was a former student.
Last night, someone had a question about his ID card (which also allows access to buildings on campus). It wasn't allowing him access to a building which it should have. I told him that he would need to talk to the [guy in charge of the cards] who should be here in the morning.
"He's not here now? Why not?"
Because it's almost 9 pm. Just because the library's open 24 hours doesn't mean everything else is.
Last Thursday afternoon, someone called to ask if we had any loaner laptops. I told her that no, we did not and that she had missed the laptop lottery. Last night a woman comes by and asks the same question. Like the first caller, she said that she was a senior and her laptop had died in a permanent fashion. Wait...I didn't ask if she was the same one who called earlier, but I wonder. If she was, why didn't she believe me the first time? Do I not sound credible over the phone? I wonder if she's going to come by again. I gave her some unofficial advice about where to find cheap laptops, as she was considering biting the bullet and getting a new one.
Last month, we killed the old email program Blitzmail and switched to IMAP. Last week I was in the lobby of the computer building and overhear my coworker have the following exchange:
S: Computer User Services, this is S. You can't get into Blitzmail? We shut off the server last month. ...Are you on leave? [...] We've been sending out warning emails for months.
And for the love of all that is holy (or not), back up your thesis! I've had four people tell me that their computer was stolen or is as dead as a dinosaur, but only one of them actually backed up her thesis. You have worked (theoretically) for the better part of a semester, why don't you have it anywhere else?
Boy was I happy to have backups of my thesis when my hard drive died. Because it's not if your computer dies, it's when your computer dies. I think it senses impending finals and dies preemptively.
Sunday night, one of my other coworkers arrives at work to find the following note so nicely left on the desk: Borrowed ethernet cord. Will return. ~~Sunday~~
No name, of course. When the person returned, my coworker resisted her urge to strangle him with the cord and instead gave him a stern talk about how we no longer lend out cords because they have a way of walking off, and that most cords have a specific purpose (dorms subnet, sandbox) so we really don't lend out those. Also, there are a bazillion jacks under the desk, most of which are empty. We can't just put the cord back in the "only open jack" like the guy suggested. This particular cord was the one to the sandbox, which obviously has to go in a specific port. Which we can't ID readily in the darkness of under the desk.
The guy reportedly was chagrined and offered to plug it back in, but still didn't apologize.
People also need to shower. Just, you know, sometimes. Because boy do the IRCs smell. At least people are using the Purel kept at the desk to sanitize their hands.
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