Frustration Runs Rampent

I will not murder my patrons. I will not murder my patrons. I - would anyone really notice? Wait, wrong thought.

Argh. I hate new students. Well, I suppose not all new students. Not the ones that need help figuring out how to print, or where to go, or what to do for research, or really any of the normal, polite ones.

Unlike, naturally, the patron that made me want to beat my head against the desk.

Yes, we only have that program at certain computers. No, I am not permitted to ask people to leave a computer for you, though I'm sure if you asked politely they would switch computers for you. Yes, I would be thrilled to tell your friend the exact same information. No, there really is no need to bring me the sign saying that those computers have priority for that program's users, because trust me I know what it says and it is meant as a friendly hint for people to kindly switch computers with you - when you ask them yourself because I'm not allowed to ask.

Oh, the things I wish I could say without getting fired. 'Wench' figures prominently. In the nicer ones.

I need a break.