There are those very special people who come to the information desk, ask a question, and then choose to just disbelieve what we tell them.
Which, I suppose, they have every right to. My issue is when they just keep insisting that we are incorrect or wrong, over and over when we show them source after source of why we have the answer we have. Take for instance this encounter:
"I was told I can take a GRE test at Zee University"
"Well, let me check the locations that are GRE testing sites.... it looks like Zee University is not on that list. There are other local venues to take the test."
"I was told that Zee University offers this test."
"Well, according to the GRE offical testing website, they are not listed as a venue for the test."
"I would like to take the GRE test at Zee University, will you please let me know when the next test will be there?"
"It does not list any future testing dates for that particular venue"
"My teacher at ourlocalcollege told me that I could take my test at Zee University...."
Impressive isn't it? The blatant disregard to the reality of what is. The asking of the same question over and over as if the answer would somehow miraculously change. (I do believe that is the definition of insanity, no?) And given that Zee University is a good distance away, I haven't a clue why they were so hung-up on taking the test there and not someplace more local.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A Year Ago... And Then Today
Hmm... So I just realized I started this lil' bloggy a year ago.
And then I realized I hadn't actually posted in six months. -.-
Don't fear - I have been writing drafts of things to capture precious library moments during the last half a year to share for mocking.
It turns out my falling off the radar was due to a massive sleep deprivation. (Oooops). And while I'm all well and good (or at least, on the path to well and good) the whole situation has me pondering why the human body, in all it's amazing fail-safe awesomeness completely falters under a lack of sleep. Yay for the survival instinct to you know, not die when your airways close up - but not much else by way of letting one know they aren't sleeping. It took years for me to get to this point that I was so messed up that it became somewhat obvious (obvious in hindsight, that is - during, I just couldn't figure out why I couldn't think straight and everything was foggy and muted) - and even then - while some part of me suspected - it wasn't until a family vacation and a visit from a friend in a two month span that I finally decided to get checked for Sleep Apnea. Hindsight is a terrible thing - and kinda makes me angry when I look back at all the doctors I saw for the oddities that had been plaguing me the last few years, only to have no one even suspect sleep deprivation, despite my biggest complaint being "sheer exhaustion all the time." The truth is, even if they asked me if I was sleeping, I would have said yes, as I did lay down, pass out and struggle to get up every morning. Maybe it was because it was just SO obvious that it was invisible. You know, akin to the logic of: What an odd bump in the rug. Perhaps it was overshampooed. Perhaps it needs to be stretched. Perhaps it has been walked on too much. Perhaps I left a heavy chair on it too long and indented around it. When really, there is just something under the rug causing the bump. You know, the most obvious answer that isn't obvious at all because we ironically smart (ie: stupid) humans overthink everything.
Alright. I have kvetched. I shake my fist at the past and happily look forward to the continual getting better and the future. (And hope all that know me will forgive me for being a reclusive damped down idiot the last few years, and especially more recently.)
And then I realized I hadn't actually posted in six months. -.-
Don't fear - I have been writing drafts of things to capture precious library moments during the last half a year to share for mocking.
It turns out my falling off the radar was due to a massive sleep deprivation. (Oooops). And while I'm all well and good (or at least, on the path to well and good) the whole situation has me pondering why the human body, in all it's amazing fail-safe awesomeness completely falters under a lack of sleep. Yay for the survival instinct to you know, not die when your airways close up - but not much else by way of letting one know they aren't sleeping. It took years for me to get to this point that I was so messed up that it became somewhat obvious (obvious in hindsight, that is - during, I just couldn't figure out why I couldn't think straight and everything was foggy and muted) - and even then - while some part of me suspected - it wasn't until a family vacation and a visit from a friend in a two month span that I finally decided to get checked for Sleep Apnea. Hindsight is a terrible thing - and kinda makes me angry when I look back at all the doctors I saw for the oddities that had been plaguing me the last few years, only to have no one even suspect sleep deprivation, despite my biggest complaint being "sheer exhaustion all the time." The truth is, even if they asked me if I was sleeping, I would have said yes, as I did lay down, pass out and struggle to get up every morning. Maybe it was because it was just SO obvious that it was invisible. You know, akin to the logic of: What an odd bump in the rug. Perhaps it was overshampooed. Perhaps it needs to be stretched. Perhaps it has been walked on too much. Perhaps I left a heavy chair on it too long and indented around it. When really, there is just something under the rug causing the bump. You know, the most obvious answer that isn't obvious at all because we ironically smart (ie: stupid) humans overthink everything.
Alright. I have kvetched. I shake my fist at the past and happily look forward to the continual getting better and the future. (And hope all that know me will forgive me for being a reclusive damped down idiot the last few years, and especially more recently.)
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