Miss Information is sick of smiling

These past couple of years, Miss Information has carefully managed her career with one single goal in mind. She has dressed badly, neglected combing her hair for days on end, and has chosen a job that channels much of the human interaction through electronic devices. All this has been to avoid appearing in public. So on Friday, Miss Information was a bit annoyed to find herself the morning

Miss Information is annoyed on transit

It was Thursday night and it had been a tough one. Everyone who wasn't on vacation had called in sick and Miss Information was the guy in charge for the evening shift. It wasn't difficult. The few remaining staff members were great, the patrons were cooperative and the night ended with no fatalities.
As she entered the subway station she heard the familiar crackle of the PA. "Attention subway

Miss Information really can't help you with that.

Last evening Miss Information was at the Information Desk minding her own business when a young woman asked a question. It was going to be a stupid question the woman explained. Oh, good. Miss Information expects a question about books or library services or the subway or something.

Nope. The woman wanted to know about her hair--her own hair that is. Does the colour make her look old? Uh. What?

Miss Information is neither here nor there

Miss Information is at work today which is a miracle because yesterday was awful. Nothing worked. It probably would have been easier to cope if she'd realized it was National Vodka Day but she didn't find out until much later.



At one point she was on the desk trying to figure out why she couldn't make a booklist appear on the website just like she does every month when a patron appeared with