The creepy Librarian popped into my office yesterday, this time she came right up and behind my desk. She stood there, staring at my computer screen. I quickly clicked down my data (HIPAA, anyone?) and asked if she needed something. She did that staring thing that creeps me out to no end and then started talking about how she tried sending some article she got online to a doctor and it didn't work. After trying the easy way out (Her answer to who the IT person was for her dept: 'Oh, I don't know.') I tried to see if I could explain it to her without having to leave the office. A few minutes of her talking made me start thinking violent thoughts. The term 'boot to the head' kept running through my mind and I figured it was time to get her out of my office. I sprang out of my chair and told her I'd come look at it. She said, 'Oh I didn't want to bother you'. I responded, 'Sure you did. You came down here and asked me' before realizing how snarky that sounded. Bah. Once in her office I looked at the document she was trying to send. There was an email to a friend feature on it, but who knows what she did to screw it up. After clicking on save I asked which email she was trying to send the document to. I clicked reply and showed her how to insert the saved document. With that I tipped my invisible hat and went back to the comfort of my office. Two minutes later she's back. Apparently the email she showed me was the wrong one. GAH! I wrote down how to attach the file and explained it to her. She had that 'you mean you're not going to do it for me?' look on her face. I ignored it. She started talking about how she doesn't know computers and I responded with, 'You know, my friend just turned 75 (total lie) and finally decided they wanted to learn computers. They took a beginners course and now can do things on their own. Empowerment is wonderful.' She skulked away, none too pleased with my lack of movement towards her office. Ten minutes later the Creepy Librarian returns and my patience officially hits rock bottom. She starts talking about the SEVEN other articles that didn't work that she needs to resend (have I mentioned I don't even work for the same department?). I told her to follow my instructions and she'll be okay. She starts whining about me going too fast on the saving part and her not knowing how to do it. I told her it's very simple. There's a button on the top left hand side that you click. Then you just make sure it saves to desktop. That's it. Follow my instructions on the paper and you're good to go. She wasn't budging. She started whining AGAIN about me going to fast originally and her not knowing how. I told her that she needed to call the IT people if there is a saving issue (It's more like a user issue) and turned back to my lunch. She started to ask if I could come down as I took a big bite (so I didn't have to talk) and said, "Oh. You're eating." No fucking shit. I said through my food, "Yes. I'd like to finish my lunch while I have a chance." She started to say something again and I stopped her. "Look. I've explained EXACTLY what you have to do three times and you haven't even tried it. I understand that you are panicking. It's something new. At least TRY my instructions before saying you don't know what to do." With that she stomp/skulked away and I thought about closing the door. A little while later she passed by my office, glaring. Whatever.

And now... for a random moment at work: A patient wandered into my office asking where the rooftop was. *blink*

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