Responsible Working Adult
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eumeliaWhen it comes to hierarchy in the Library of those who actually deal with books, I'm pretty much the lowest.
Being a Library Page, I get books from the return box, register them as "returned" and push a trolley to put them back on the shelves. Being that I work in the Reserved Reading Room (i.e. the books that are lent out for two days, rather than two weeks or a month) lots of students who, for some reason, either don't know how to use a computer or don't understand the system (Dewie-Decimal, which is numbers and alphabet) will come to me and ask for help.
It's a good feeling.
I pretty much know where every book is in my little Reading Room (it really is little, because as I said it's only reserved books) and if I don't, I can pretty much find any book if I know the general subject, if the number + name are absent.
The knowledge I have obtained and will hopefully retain feels special to me, though probably anyone who loves Libraries or is an academic who uses them on a regular basis has obtained a part of this magical ability to find one book between these walls of information, bursting, all them calling "Read Me" (except the Econ books, sorry dudes, you're too boring, unless you're about the sociology of economics, or economics and class disparity, but then, you're not really about Econ).
I arrived this morning, about half an hour before I was meant to punch in, because yesterday the Library was closed, but the return box is always open. It took me an hour an a half to sort through all the books students returned yesterday, I'm surprised the box didn't burst.
My foresight served me well, as by the time I was done sorting with the first batch, the second batch consisted of a sane amount of books (5) as opposed to an fucking insane amount of books I had to deal with on my own (well over 50).
So, I'm feeling pretty accomplished and good at my job.
Too bad my back disagrees with me. Ow.
Being a Library Page, I get books from the return box, register them as "returned" and push a trolley to put them back on the shelves. Being that I work in the Reserved Reading Room (i.e. the books that are lent out for two days, rather than two weeks or a month) lots of students who, for some reason, either don't know how to use a computer or don't understand the system (Dewie-Decimal, which is numbers and alphabet) will come to me and ask for help.
It's a good feeling.
I pretty much know where every book is in my little Reading Room (it really is little, because as I said it's only reserved books) and if I don't, I can pretty much find any book if I know the general subject, if the number + name are absent.
The knowledge I have obtained and will hopefully retain feels special to me, though probably anyone who loves Libraries or is an academic who uses them on a regular basis has obtained a part of this magical ability to find one book between these walls of information, bursting, all them calling "Read Me" (except the Econ books, sorry dudes, you're too boring, unless you're about the sociology of economics, or economics and class disparity, but then, you're not really about Econ).
I arrived this morning, about half an hour before I was meant to punch in, because yesterday the Library was closed, but the return box is always open. It took me an hour an a half to sort through all the books students returned yesterday, I'm surprised the box didn't burst.
My foresight served me well, as by the time I was done sorting with the first batch, the second batch consisted of a sane amount of books (5) as opposed to an fucking insane amount of books I had to deal with on my own (well over 50).
So, I'm feeling pretty accomplished and good at my job.
Too bad my back disagrees with me. Ow.
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Date: 2011-05-27 04:51 pm (UTC)