What IS your major malfunction?

Today is the last day of the semester. This = things alternately boring as hell and terribly rushed. I've been surprisingly short-tempered today. Still as polite as always, of course, but perhaps less inclined to tolerate bullshit. I had a student come in here before asking why a new module for CEP isn't online. Because I have not received the new module. Well, would you mind getting in touch with my department and seeing if you could get the module up today? Even if they got the articles in to the office today, it would take some time to get them up. So they wouldn't be up today? No, they wouldn't be up today.
I couldn't really take it. She dropped in a second time to show me her syllabus and ask why it said Spring 2004 and not Spring 2005. She asked me if it was a typo and if I could correct it, if so. I don't write the goddamn syllabus. Oh, you don't? No, I don't.
Actually, that exchange never happened. She was nice. Thanked me. I had to force a close-mouthed smile and nod and "You're welcome."

Then a professor came in asking for Karin. I asked if I could help, seeing she was carrying something for ReserveWeb. I was about to take the thing, even though she didn't submit a form, but then I saw it was in Chinese. So I asked if she could submit a form. She agreed, though she seemed a little annoyed at the need for paperwork. (Without the citation, I don't know how I should be able to label the article. Contrary to popular belief, I don't read Chinese.) The kick in the head is when she asked, albeit nicely, if I am Karin's assistant. Oh, no, I'm a librarian. She seemed embarrassed. "I'm sorry! You just look so young!"

Yeah, I get that a lot.

It's enough to make me want to draw crow's feet on my face to make me look older. Oh wait, I already do have crow's feet. But they don't make me look older. I still look like a 12-year-old. Just a 12-year-old with crow's feet.