I have two more days in the branches, and one day to work at administration, and then goodbye forever Multnomah County Library. Surprisingly, i'm not getting overly sentimental. Maybe it's not surprising. After all, I'm not going to have to work, at least for a little while. I mean, I'll be working, but I won't have a day job for at least a year.
I'll miss MCL in a lot of ways. It's been a good home to me these past five years. As![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
te_amo_azul says, it's the best of the slacker jobs. Decent pay for part time work, a chance to build community and get paid for it, a chance to be surrounded by books every day. There are ever frustrations in any job, and the library has its share. My exit survey was not shall we say kind or gentle. That said, my boss is awesome, I've met lots of great people. And it was the job that allowed me to get my life back together after the Panic of '03.
Plus, a major selling point that it's not Spartacus.
In any case, the only time I sort of teared up was last week when a shy woman who I've always loved working with, who I've always had a sort of gently empathic working relationship with, gave me a hug before leaving for the day. Not one of my closest friends at the library, but a woman I like and respect, with her own private pains tucked behind her eyes. I just remember thinking, "Who's going to know how incredible you are when I'm gone?"
Which is a thought that has all the major zenithblue flaw groups covered: vainglorious, narcissistic, nosy, and too involved in other people's bid-ness. I rule.
In any case, three more days. Three! I've been very well behaved, but all I can say is that on Saturday patrons should probably be warned at the door. "Okay, don't...don't leave scraps of paper on her desk, she hates that. And don't ask her to shred your personal paperwork. She will very possibly put that on the internet today. Um, and please don't ask for her to waive your enormous fines simply because you're an entitled yuppie fuck. And...well, just don't make eye contact, all right? Yeah, that's probably for the best."
I'll miss MCL in a lot of ways. It's been a good home to me these past five years. As
te_amo_azul says, it's the best of the slacker jobs. Decent pay for part time work, a chance to build community and get paid for it, a chance to be surrounded by books every day. There are ever frustrations in any job, and the library has its share. My exit survey was not shall we say kind or gentle. That said, my boss is awesome, I've met lots of great people. And it was the job that allowed me to get my life back together after the Panic of '03. Plus, a major selling point that it's not Spartacus.
In any case, the only time I sort of teared up was last week when a shy woman who I've always loved working with, who I've always had a sort of gently empathic working relationship with, gave me a hug before leaving for the day. Not one of my closest friends at the library, but a woman I like and respect, with her own private pains tucked behind her eyes. I just remember thinking, "Who's going to know how incredible you are when I'm gone?"
Which is a thought that has all the major zenithblue flaw groups covered: vainglorious, narcissistic, nosy, and too involved in other people's bid-ness. I rule.
In any case, three more days. Three! I've been very well behaved, but all I can say is that on Saturday patrons should probably be warned at the door. "Okay, don't...don't leave scraps of paper on her desk, she hates that. And don't ask her to shred your personal paperwork. She will very possibly put that on the internet today. Um, and please don't ask for her to waive your enormous fines simply because you're an entitled yuppie fuck. And...well, just don't make eye contact, all right? Yeah, that's probably for the best."
