I'm still not convinced that Parka doesn't somehow have our new password.
A couple days ago, I put him on the little computer by
the stairs cause the other two were full. This always brings me great
joy, because he hates the little computer by the stairs, probably due to
its high-traffic and high-visibility status. He's also not fond of the
third computer down, cause it doesn't have a nice scroll-wheel mouse
like the others.
A while later, another patron came in for a computer
and I went back to tell the lady on the middle computer, next to Parka,
that her time was up. I returned to the circ-desk to wait for her to
finish so I could log off her computer and log it back on for the new
BEEEEEEP, I heard from the back.
Ah ha! And so it begins anew, I thought. That
beeping was no doubt Parka rebooting his computer so he could either
stage a coup and take the more comfy middle computer with the scrolly
mouse or so he could come complain to me that he'd locked his machine
up, had to reboot and needed me to log him in again, affording him yet
another opportunity to try and get a look at our password. Well I wasn't
going to put up with it. I resolved that if he came up to ask me to log
him on again I was going to... I don't know... tell him he had to wait in the children's
room while I did it so that he wouldn't be tempted to try and nab our
password. Sure, this was dumb and would be tipping my hand that I
knew what he was up to, but if I had the evidence from his previous visits I felt I needed to use it to show his smarmy ass up.
Parka didn't come up to ask, though, and I was unable
to go back and see what he was doing due to an unfortunately timed ringing phone at the desk. While I was on the phone, the lady from the middle
computer departed, so as soon as I was able to hang up I went back.
Parka was still at the little computer by the stairs. His computer was
already logged in, though curiously he only had the desktop up and
seemed to be in the process of clicking on Internet Explorer.
Ah hah, Ah HAH, I thought. He'd had exactly
enough time to reboot and illicitly re-login his own computer while I
was away! I'd caught him at last!
Then I noticed the middle computer. I had expected to
find it still logged on from the previous user and in need of a re-login
itself. However, this had already been done and it was now sitting
there in default rest mode, awaiting a CTRL ALT DEL to bring up the
login panel. My evidence was shot, cause I knew that it was quite
possible that the BEEEEEEP I'd heard was the middle computer
restarting at the command of the previous user as she left. Even if
Parka was acting suspicious, I had no accusatory legs to stand on.
I logged the middle computer on for the new patron,
making a big production of sliding the chair out of the way so I could
wedge my holiday-spawned bulk in to block Parka's line of sight. He made
no move to run up the stairs and look, which would have given me an excuse to
kick him out. Dammit.
"I think we still need to watch PARKA," I told Mrs. C yesterday as a precursor to telling her the above incident.
"Ohhhh, I didn't tell you, did I?" she said. "I had to yell at him this morning."
Mrs. C said that Parka had come in earlier and signed
in for a computer. Mrs. C went back to log him on and saw that the
middle and third computers were still logged in from the previous
patrons. She went to the middle computer and did a log-off and was about
to proceed to the third computer to do the same when Parka came back to the hall.
She was just flipping down the laminated orange "Get Thee To the Sign Up Sheet Or Denied A Computer Thou Will Be'est" sign that's taped to the top of the monitor when Parka spoke up.
"I want to use the middle computer," he reportedly
said, no doubt in full Officer Barbrady monotone. Mrs. C noted this and
continued on to log-off the third computer down, but she had already
flipped the orange sign down over the screen before moving to log off
the third computer. Parka was enraged.
"Hey, I said I want the middle one!"
Mrs. C said she turned on him, eyes blazing, and
shouted back, "I heard you the first time! I have to log them off and
wait for them to come back up before I can give one to you!"
Parka notched his anger down at this, but still said, "Well, you flipped the sign down."
"Yes. Yes, I did."
Now Mrs. C is on the Parka war-path. Later in the
morning, he managed to lock his computer up again and then shut it down
completely rather than simply rebooting. When Mrs. J came to log
him back on she had to stand there for the minute it takes for it to
completely boot up, Parka looming over her the whole while. Mrs. C wants
to tell him that if he does that again he'll be banned from the
computers. She has to wait for Mrs. A to come back from vacation to get
the authorization for this, though. I somehow don't see Mrs. A having a
problem with it.
He may also still have our new password, as a simple
log-off of a computer, as might have happened with the middle machine,
does NOT cause a BEEEEEEEP. Only if the previous patron had told
it to RESTART would it have done so. Could be either way at this point,
but I'm going to have my eye on Parka to make sure.