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Today, I have a download-instruction session with a patron. It is her fourth or fifth session, I can't remember. She only uses her nook when she travels so, every four months or so, she come in and has me run her through the process so that she can download books to take with her. And she's a nice person and, yes, it is my job to help her access the materials and it's not like she's displacing other patrons who need my time but after three or four sessions it starts to feel less like helpful instruction and more like "do this for me" and I find it unpleasant. (Also, it is a nook and, really, I don't like them at all. And it's an older nook, so it's not app-based and is ever more difficult to work with.)

Eurgh, work, why? I do not want to go to work and tell people how to put library materials on their nooks. I want to stay home and have ridiculous Doctor Who marathons where I watch all the episodes Peter Miles is in* and knit and don't talk to anyone.

Grar.





*Oh, like you don't want to do that.

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And then, the lady who was scheduled to come for the download session showed up 15 minutes early, with an unexpected and unscheduled friend, but without the necessary cord to connect her nook to her laptop. Fortunately, the friend had a cord. Unfortunately, the friend had a computer that would not install the programs necessary to download and transfer ebooks for the nook.

Also, they left an audiobook in the bookdrop that was missing a disc, so now I have to call them. Of course, I only discovered this 10 minutes after they left.

We have been open for half an hour and I am already done.