Friday, November 14, 2003

ODE TO MY OFFICE
I love my office. I love my four walls. I love my door that closes tightly and even locks if I so desire. I love my windows that look over a large tree (now naked - bleh), the east wing of the library (ok, bricks are not so scenic) and circle drive. I love yelling "BOOM" when fender benders happen in the museum parking lot. I love it that my windows can open and I can import wonderfully illegal fresh air in an effort to vanquish nasty stale building air. I love my office even when the stadium across the river does sound checks on Friday at eardrum splitting levels. I love my office even the Carilonneur across the street plays the most inappropriate music conceivable for the out-of-tune bells (to whit: Misty, A Fiddler on the Roof medley and the Tuna Fight Song).

I hate my office. I hate my office because it is no bigger than a broom closet. I hate my office because when I leave it at 5pm, there is very little chance it will still look the same when I return the next morning. My office is the dumping ground for every problem imaginable -- and so it usually looks like a disaster area. Notes taped to my computer, junk on my chair, books and CDs everywhere. Barcodes, tape, staplers, critically important information on tiny 3 x 5 scrap cards, unbelievably stupid bits of drivel on huge pieces of dot-matrix fed paper where all the tiny holes catch on things. It's. A. Mess.

So once again, it's shovel out the office day. Find the biggest things to move out so I have some room to function. Although it may look scholarly to have an office with books piled to the heavens, I'm starting to fear an avalanche. Does my insurance cover death by Beethoven? I don't know.

Meanwhile, Babyfishfel asked in her Blog "What Kind of Librarian are You?" Several answers come to mind: "Overworked, underpaid, hassled, harried and drowning in a sea of paperwork" for starters. But if you truly want to walk in a librarian's shoes -- all the answers are HERE. Being a librarian and a Soprano, I'm thinking I must be the most intimidating person on the planet. It's a good thing.

And I am SO buying a T-shirt.
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