Do your job, please?

Right now, I'm just chilling out and wasting time before my MCAT class starts.  I have 45ish minutes.  I do not want to do any work.  I just came out of an exam (ewgh) and I just want to relax a bit.

Although, I have a HUGE amount of work to catch up on this weekend.  Oh, dear god.

A couple of days ago, I was studying for this cognitive psych exam.  I had been living in the library, basically, and apparently I actually needed to read the textbook (in hindsight, this was a GREAT idea).  I walk up to the circulation desk and ask them for the book.

Seriously, that hipster douchebag behind the desk had to be halfway stoned or SOMETHING.
He looked at me through his weird-ass glasses, stroked what he would call a beard, and then said,

"Ohhh.  Yeeahh, well, I'm gonna need a call number for that.  So you should go look it up."  Reminded me a lot of this guy:

Thanks, ebaumsworld.

I mean, come on, dude.  I work at the library myself, why the f*ck would I ever ask a customer for a call number when I have a computer right in front of me?  Jeez.  Who the hell hired you?!  I mean ... couldn't you tell me the call number just as easily?  Or is this just something I think is retarded because my JOB at the media library is to look up whatever the customer asks me?  Possibly.  Still pretty stupid.  What is your purpose as an employee besides waving a pattern of lines under a scanner?

Blarghhhh.  Whatever.  Not NEARLY as bad as the public transit system.