Out Of Order...

I was unfairly yelled at by a crotchety old bastard because the copy machine "stole" his money.

1. I didn't even turn the copy machine on in the morning because it is temperamental and doesn't work 99.9% of the time -- Which means the old man turned the machine on.
   
2. I don't own the copy machine... The library doesn't even own the copy machine, so there isn't really much we can do for you -- He was lucky there was .50¢ in the adult reference desk for him to have or he would have had to suck it.
   
3. Why was in necessary to yell at me? I was just the person who walked up to the desk at that particular moment.
   
4. There is no need for an "Out of Order" sign on the machine because we hardly ever turn it on. When people ask us if they can make copies on the machine we tell them to go downstairs because the machine is possessed by the devil.

Ugh! I was so angry because of this dude for the longest time and then my department head pisses me off fifteen minutes later. On top of that it is officially finals season, so the kids aren't in school all day long any more. I wanted to scream, it was a bad day.

Well, at least it was a bad work day. After work I went to Erin's house to pick her up to go shopping for a "Dean Box" because it was officially the end of her three year relationship with her boyfriend. After finding the prefect "Dean Box" we went to have dinner with Phil and Rob at a Japaneses restaurant, then we hung out for a bit after and filled up the "Dean Box."