A Quick Rant Concerning Patience

I consider myself to be a relatively patient person. I grew up with an autistic brother and have always tried to be an understanding and patient person. I like to think that most of my life I've been pretty successful at this undertaking. Surely on the outside I come off as a patient person, but I have to say that sometimes I can feel myself just getting as annoyed as can be and my patience running thin. Let me rant about an example.

At work, I am now employed by two different librarians: Kayla, for whom I've worked for just about 4 years, and Ruth Ann with whom my employ is very recent. One of the student employees working for Ruth Ann has the assignment of training me and Jason on several projects. If you were to hear him training us from the cubical next door, not knowing with whom he was speaking, you would seriously assume he was talking to 5 year olds. And that is not to say that he is working with people that have a 5 year old work ethic.

His condescending way of dealing with us, and his assumption that our knowledge bank on the project starts at zero, remains incredibly frustrating for both me and Jason. Remember, I've been working in this department for over 4 years now, and am officially the longest working student employee in the department. After these years, one would assume that I picked up on a few terms or a procedure or two. . . but not this one. He feels this incessant need to explain what every delimiter means, every indicator, every subfield, and every field. WE KNOW. WE'VE BEEN DEALING WITH THESE LONGER THAN YOU.

I'm a very patient person. I get along swimmingly with most people. I'm what some would consider to be a people person. Well, after this people may have to sing a different tune about me. . . but Such is Life.