A Librarian's Life, Part 4

by Kate O'Callaghan about a year ago in humor

I, a young millennial of the modern world, have proudly embarked on a journey most perilous...I've become a librarian.

A Librarian's Life, Part 4

I must first apologise for not updating for two months. Life got in the way. It happens and I hope you all understand. I'll try to update quicker next time. :)

Shift 6—46 years old!

I know I said that the book from 2008 in my last entry was practically a fossil, but I have now found something older!

This book wasn't lost by a frightful husband, it is still in circulation, being lent out to anyone who wants it.

It was first issued to the library in...



How is this scrappy, material-bound catastrophe still around?!

I'm starting to feel less like a librarian and more like a museum technician.

    Things that happened in 1971:

  • Queen (the legendary band) is formed
  • Cigarette adverts were banned from radio and TV in America
  • Apollo 14 landed on the moon
  • This book was stamped

Shift 7—Chair Rivalry

After catching Kevin eating his toast in the staff room again, I headed down to the desk for one of my most relentless and tiring shifts yet.

I don't know what it was about that day in particular that made me feel so darn tired, but there I was, walking in the crime section, looking for some Agatha Christie when fatigue suddenly took over my limbs.

My saving grace would have to be the one and only desk chair sitting behind the front desk. Its cheap blue cushions called to me, begging to be rested upon.

Heading over, I realised that the chair was occupied by none other than Kevin.

That's okay, I'll just wait until he's not scheduled to be at the front desk, I thought.

A/N: We have a rota that decides if we should be at the front, in the office, minding the self-service machines or organising the shelves. We're never at one station for more than an hour.

Despite the CLEAR rules laid out by this flimsy piece of A4. Kevin sat in the chair for the majority of the day.

Now, I like to believe that I am not a petty person (A/N: HA!) but any second Kevin was not in that chair, I swooped in like a seagull on a small child's ice cream.

It didn't take long for Kevin to notice my challenge to his throne, but he seemed to take it in good spirits, smiling as he left his glasses on the desk in front of the chair, suggesting his work there was not done. I, in turn, left a pile of picture books there, suggesting my work was not done yet.

This was the start of a beautiful, petty game of musical chairs.

(A/N: It's still happening. I don't think it's ever going to end. We're as bad as each other!)

Shift 8—Beehive

Ginny announced that that day was the day. The day the Spring display was to be designed and put up.

With military precision, she worked out our schedules and made time for cutting coloured card into things that represented Spring to us. These are going to be hung up in the children's section next to the Narnia display.

I was jazzed. Being paid for arts and crafts? are you joking? BEST. JOB. EVER!

I went for a beehive, taking special care to outline the yellow as the background on the display was yellow too. It turned out okay, the sharpie I used was kinda dry though. Amy made the bees.

(A/N: Ginny is pregnant! I had my suspicions during shift 6 but didn't want to say anything. Her child is going to have the best bedtime stories of all time!)

Donations & Deletions

That day was a pretty standard one. The only thing different was the number of deletions and donations I had to process.

It got me thinking about the library-lifecycle of books.

I've been told it goes like this:

  • Books are added to the electronic system (donated and/or bought)
  • They are used as long as they are able to withstand the general public
  • They are repaired by a company the library works with (if possible)
  • They are sent away to charity shops and other places to be used

Now, I'm not sure about anyone else, but that last one sounds like a lie told to librarians to help them with any book-grief they may suffer. The same way you may tell a child their pet goldfish swam out to sea.

I, myself, have only suffered from the affliction once when I had to delete a hardback The Hungry Caterpillar book that brought back all kinds of nostalgia. I admit, thinking of the book in a better place did bring comfort.

(A/N: Kevin was in my seat again.)

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