Oh, I just can't wait to be King...
Ok, so here’s the thing with this godforsaken job. Sometimes, it’s actually really nice. You’ll get a kid who needs something so simple and then, they’re so grateful for your help. Like just now. I helped a kid photocopy a few pages out of a textbook and he thanked me about four times. I actually got the warm fuzzies from it. And last week, I added one hapless soul with the databases and he admitted to me that he has not back to school in nearly a decade and computers make little sense to him. Anything I did was met with appreciation.
The rest of the time…I don’t know what to do. The problem really isn’t the kids. Sure sometimes they’re nasty, loud, stupid, abrasive and have the manners of warthogs, but at worst, I have a confrontation with them that leaves me unnerved for a few hours and perhaps results in a talk with a higher up. Short of physical violence, I can put up with their bullshit.
It’s the fact that no one in this place, aside from one very sweet co-worker, give a damn whether I lived or died. Seriously. If I waited for the work studies to come in around 11 and then poisoned myself in the backroom, I’m thinking it would take them until the next day to notice and then only because no one will have opened the library. For those who aren’t in the know, my direct supervisor and only adult companion in the library, has left for bigger and better things. Leaving me holding the bag with very little idea of what to do with it. The supervisor above her has not come to speak with me once since I was hired, let alone since the other librarian left. As of right now, the school has not even announced that the library director has left nor have they begun to advertise for her position.
This means for yours truly: Mostly fucked.
And yeah, amazing resume item. I appreciate that.
On the plus side, unnamed or not, I’m an interim Library Director. Who knew my dreams for the top could be reached so soon?
The rest of the time…I don’t know what to do. The problem really isn’t the kids. Sure sometimes they’re nasty, loud, stupid, abrasive and have the manners of warthogs, but at worst, I have a confrontation with them that leaves me unnerved for a few hours and perhaps results in a talk with a higher up. Short of physical violence, I can put up with their bullshit.
It’s the fact that no one in this place, aside from one very sweet co-worker, give a damn whether I lived or died. Seriously. If I waited for the work studies to come in around 11 and then poisoned myself in the backroom, I’m thinking it would take them until the next day to notice and then only because no one will have opened the library. For those who aren’t in the know, my direct supervisor and only adult companion in the library, has left for bigger and better things. Leaving me holding the bag with very little idea of what to do with it. The supervisor above her has not come to speak with me once since I was hired, let alone since the other librarian left. As of right now, the school has not even announced that the library director has left nor have they begun to advertise for her position.
This means for yours truly: Mostly fucked.
And yeah, amazing resume item. I appreciate that.
On the plus side, unnamed or not, I’m an interim Library Director. Who knew my dreams for the top could be reached so soon?