Getting the new branch ready to open means finding out which higher-ups are inflicting their opinions on the new building and insisting on changes that THEY want. As in,
- “You have too many garbage cans. We need to get rid of some of them.”
- “You have too many computers in your staff room. We need to get rid of some of them.”
- “Your self-checkout terminal should be HERE instead of THERE.”
- “I have an inexplicable hatred of clocks. You aren’t allowed to put any clocks up on your walls.”
Okay, those are all loosely paraphrased, but you get the idea. Anyway … can you say, “Too many cooks spoil the broth?” I knew you could! Seriously, though, our branch manager is doing his best to fight our battles for us, but it’s an ongoing process. He’s already won the argument that the self-checkout terminal should go THERE instead of HERE. We’re going to keep our clocks in hiding for the first month after our opening, at which point we’re going to take them out of storage and put them up on the frigging walls where they belong (because we’re a LIBRARY and not a goddamned CASINO!) But the fourth staff room computer has already been removed and there isn’t a damned thing we can do about it. Oh, and there’s no word yet on the garbage can situation.
I don’t know if it’s been the humidity or if there’s another root cause, but MAN, people have been getting irritable lately! Now if it was just our patrons, that would be bad enough — and I’m talking about the woman who kept calling me over to her table every five minutes like I was a frigging waitress, the guy who took up two chairs’ worth of space and insisted on sitting so far away from the table that there was no way to take anything off of the bookcase behind him without elbowing him in the head, the woman who took a break from yelling at the copy machine to turn to me and say, “Am I making you nervous?” and every other patron who stepped on my last nerve this week. But it hasn’t helped at all that our security guard has been irritable, too. Which means that instead of dousing fires she’s been throwing gasoline on them. And that’s been REEEEEEEALY hard to deal with.
Anyway, tomorrow is my last Teen Advisory Group meeting until September. We were supposed to have a meeting next week, but I had to cancel it because I’m going on jury duty, which provides plenty of drama on its own. Well, drama alternating with periods of boredom, anyway. I should be able to catch up on my reading and podcast listening, at least. Tomorrow I think I’m going to have my kids help me pack up my supplies (books, prizes, booklists, program materials, etc.) for the new building. That will keep them busy, and hey! Free labor!
Oh, and in work-related agita (which is almost but not exactly like drama), I am rushing to write and memorize some new booktalks in time for some high school classes next week. I tend to work well under pressure, but this is more of a rush than usual. Most of the schools I visit are middle schools, so whenever I find a good book to booktalk to high school classes I put it on the back burner for a while. So now I’m pulling everything off of the back burner and dragging it up to the front burner … of my … uhm … brain?
Yeah, maybe that isn’t the greatest metaphor.
Anyway, in the midst of this other drama going on, I’m trying to cram my brain full of stuff. And, you know, I’ve got a limited amount of room in there! Anyway, the cram sessions are ongoing. At least thinking about booktalks takes my mind off of everything else for a little while.