Show us where you work.
Submitted by leisa bell.
My desk:
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That's my position. That's going away.
How can a library in 2008 not have a dedicated webmaster?
Show us where you work.
Submitted by leisa bell.
My desk:
And it's only 11 am. This does not bode well.
I leave for Phila tomorrow for my sister's babyshower, but if anyone's going to be in town Friday night, I'm planning on bailing the family stuff and heading downtown for drinks and debauchery. Let me know.
I'm debating going to the Dresden Dolls show here in Tampa tonight. I don't feel well, and know that I'm going to have a high stress weekend, so I'm probably going to not go, but if anyone has any overwhelming reason I should go, let me know.
I'm working on the website for MPOW. The woman who had this job before me didn't check in any of files, so I'm going through the LIVE SERVER and deleting all the .LCK files. If anyone has any good idea on how to do this instead of hitting every single folder on the server, let me know.
]]>I don't blog much about work. I find that when I leave work, I want to focus on other things. This doesn't mean I don't do professional reading and prep and work from home, it just means that I want to forget about the politics, the personalities, the general sitting behind my desk for most of the time I'm not there.
However, I did something good today. My desk is in the circulation workroom with my staff. I generally listen to my iPod hooked up to speakers on my desk. It's low and I'm in a corner so most can't hear it, but it allows me to focus on what I'm doing as well as keeps staff from thinking I'm listening to them. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not. But I digress.
A couple Saturdays ago that I worked, I started asking my staff what song they wanted to hear in the 30 minutes before we open as we're getting ready and played their requests if I had them on my iPod. Songs have ranged from "Welcome to the Jungle" to "Memories" and that's fine.
This afternoon, one of my staff asked if I had a particular song on my iPod because one of the others hadn't heard it. "More Than A Woman" by the Bee Gees if you must know. I didn't have it, but youtube does, so I hooked the speakers up to my laptop and played the clip. This morphed into all-request hour. I played Patsy Cline, Nancy Sinatra, Prince, The Beatles, Abba, Neil Diamond and others. It was much fun (though some were very painful for me to play), and I think I'm going to do it every Friday that I'm there (I have off the Fridays after the Saturdays I work). I even put a request bucket on my desk so I can be prepared.
It's good for morale, it's generally slow on Friday afternoons, and they liked it. As long as it remains fair and everyone gets to hear what they want (as long as it's generally worksafe), it's all good. I was able to continue to work as the songs played on my laptop.
I am very glad there is beer in the fridge at home.
It's been a fuckall day.
...have spent an hour on the desk. the only time we were busy was
when I was trying to talk to my LA in library school about career
options.
...have been commissioned by the woman that has my former job to teach google to our patrons. 'bout fucking time.
...have had a marriage proposal from a very cute patron. who then told me that he was broke. I'm glad I remember Rule #2.
...read this post at Pandagon about class warfare and why companies really want to keep their workers living paycheck to paycheck. It's shit that I've been saying for years.
...started my daily email back and forth with the 4 people I do that with. These ongoing conversations will probably total close to 50 emails today.
At MPOW, I needed a quick and dirty display. So I hijacked an idea from one of the email groups I'm on (wish I could say this had been my idea, but alas, it was not), and put out a
Think Pink this Valentine's Day book display. The only criteria: that the books have pink covers. So I have Pratchett, Jackson Braun, Steel, and other authors that have little in common on the same display. And they're flying off the table. Yay.