The Long Dark Indian Summer of the Soul

[mayhap]

My little brother has gone back to school. Everyone in Missouri has gone back to school. The school-going contingent of my flist? Has pretty much gone back to school. Whereas I've still got a couple more weeks of summer.

No, I'm not gloating. (Well, only a little.) It's a bit odd to be the only one still on summer time, doing summer things, all by myself. Get to catch up a bit more on my reading, though.

Last night at work my Fluffy-Headed Boss gave me a fun task as she was leaving--taking down all the paper cut-outs from the summer reading program bulletin so that we could put them in a box--thousands of them--and leave them for kids to hunt through for hours on end, trying to find the shapes with their name written on it. Yeah.

About a half an hour later, she called the library to clarify: actually, none of the pages should do any work at all. She gave me another fun task--going through the library pulling tags from someone's test cart to make sure they did a good job, which they did--and told all the other pages to shelfread. Oh, another example of her particular brand of oblivious incompetence--she assigned sections to shelfread to everyone right after I started working. She did not give me any sections, and she kept extending that assignment, from one month to two to all summer, such that I have done basically no shelfreading at all, and thus had to work extra-hard to find things to do when there were no books to shelve (i.e., every shift I've worked since school started ...)

Now, as of today--when I'm not even working there another full two weeks--she gave me a whole three sections to do, one of adult fiction (fun, easy to do) and two of juvenile non-fiction (not at all fun, hellishly slow to do, ain't no way those suckers are getting done). Just, honestly. She's not very good with logistics; I don't know how our library keeps going, but somehow it does.

My shirt has wings on it!

Comments

[coercedbynutmeg.livejournal.com]

And is this something that you would WANT to do? Sounds tedious.
However, today I decided that working in a library (public or university) might not be such a bad deal after all.

[mayhap]

Working in a library rocks, yo.

I mean, with shelfreading, if there's nothing else to do, you can go sit down in front of some shelves for a while. And look at the dustjackets of the books, especially if they're interesting books. (Back before we had assigned sections, I was all about shelfreading the YA books.) At the very least, it's a change of pace from running around with books.

With no shelfreading to do, I ended up ... wandering around uncomfortably and attempting to manufacture tasks to do, or at the very least, keep the Fluffy-Headed Boss from noticing that I wasn't working if she was around. This made things more difficult for me.

[coercedbynutmeg.livejournal.com]

But would you have been in trouble if you'd started shelfreading? Like, a spot-check just to make sure that everyone else had done a proper job?
I'd be like "wow, that girl shows initiative. I'll give her a raise to $5.17 an hour! Yeah!"

[mayhap]

I'll have you know that I get paid a whopping $6.90 an hour. Which is not megabuck$, but it is more than you get paid to sit at home and play the Sims.

I have no idea what Janet would have done if I randomly put down that I shelfread X section to which I was not assigned for an hour and a half. I suppose I could have found out by experiment, but I did not. I mean, that was before she made up the September schedule. Now that she's done that, I suppose I can do whatever I want until my last day. ;)

[coercedbynutmeg.livejournal.com]

Oh so you have to tell them what you did whilst you were at the library?
I thought you'd made $7.00\hr. Evidently you were exaggerating your wage, or something.
I was looking at UGA online, and I see some part time listings, however not at the library.
Not that it matters, as I lack a car anyway.

[mayhap]

$6.90 is as near to $7.00 as makes no difference.

We note down what we do during our shift on little pieces of paper, which as far as I can tell, the Fluffy-Headed Boss glances at and then pitches, or something. But still.