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Jul. 13th, 2007 08:01 pmLong time readers of this journal...and those who wait patiently (somewhat patiently...uhm...not completely IMPATIENTLY) for more Disheveled or Minotaur...know that I've suffered for several years with a chronic neurological condition. Well, it finally impacted my job and I've transfered away from my beloved little library. As of today, I am no longer Branch Library Head but will instead be nothing more than a cog in the greater library machine of a much, much bigger library.
This means...no more cleaning the men's room after "accidents"...no more being called a stupid, ugly cow for insisting someone to pay for the CD they took out five years ago and failed to ever return because the guy they lived with ran off with another stupid, ugly cow and they had to move and how is THAT their fault...no more patient nodding of my head while some wacky guy who smells quite strongly of peaches explains how the government is controlling us through the internet and he'd like to hand out a few homemade brochures and talk to his fellow patrons about it so we can save a few lives...no more kerfuffles about gay penguins and godliness. No more fights to break up...no more cars to have towed...no more raucous kids to toss out...no more skateboarders running over old ladies...no more fine print to read in the maintainance agreements.
One less bell to answer. One less egg to fry. One less man (who leaves each section of the newspaper on a separate chair) to pick up after.
No more little library to nurture along and love.
:SNIFF:
It's rather like empty nest syndrome, this.
But I'll tell you what...
You know what makes empty nest syndrome a whole lot easier to handle? PRESENTS!
Seriously, we should do that for everyone when their last kid leaves home...PAR-TAY. My wonderful crew...threw me a wonderful party today and I mean WON-DER-FUL.
Most of my favorite patrons attended...and there was a cake that not only had chocolate fudge mousse inside...but also...DAVID TENNANT on it. And ME...in the place where Rose usually would be.* Yep, it was one of those laser printed cakes with a manip of me and the Doctor that my lovely crew had to go to loads of trouble to get by as the Doctor is trademarked and the cakemakers refused to use his image. They finally had to remove the DW logo and pass DT off as my boyfriend. <<---COOL! And oddly enough...a person who had only met Jan a few times at library functions thought it WAS Jan. "WOOT!"**
I also got a beautiful desktop fountain...a hand-crafted wine stopper (for my wine...me and Jeramiah...always have the mighty fine wine)...a stuffed jaguar...and the one thing I have always lusted after and never really had the audacity (and funding) to buy for myself...one of those full body chair-size massagers. And OMG! Is it fantastic! I am sitting here...right now...listening to trickling, relaxing water, sipping wine, looking at a picture of DT and me...and being gently pummelled by setting 16: Heat and a Swedish Guy Named Sven.
AH! No more stress.
Rae
*One thing...you know that photo someone took of you at an office party that is just so awful you can't bear it? The one that makes you look like a prize-fighting gerbil who has gone to seed and run to gut after a long battle with booze and steroid abuse? The one you stuffed in a drawer at the office, thinking no way can you take it home? Destroy it now before it ends up on a cake.
**And yet...someone thought I could score David Tennant! "Woot!"
This means...no more cleaning the men's room after "accidents"...no more being called a stupid, ugly cow for insisting someone to pay for the CD they took out five years ago and failed to ever return because the guy they lived with ran off with another stupid, ugly cow and they had to move and how is THAT their fault...no more patient nodding of my head while some wacky guy who smells quite strongly of peaches explains how the government is controlling us through the internet and he'd like to hand out a few homemade brochures and talk to his fellow patrons about it so we can save a few lives...no more kerfuffles about gay penguins and godliness. No more fights to break up...no more cars to have towed...no more raucous kids to toss out...no more skateboarders running over old ladies...no more fine print to read in the maintainance agreements.
One less bell to answer. One less egg to fry. One less man (who leaves each section of the newspaper on a separate chair) to pick up after.
No more little library to nurture along and love.
:SNIFF:
It's rather like empty nest syndrome, this.
But I'll tell you what...
You know what makes empty nest syndrome a whole lot easier to handle? PRESENTS!
Seriously, we should do that for everyone when their last kid leaves home...PAR-TAY. My wonderful crew...threw me a wonderful party today and I mean WON-DER-FUL.
Most of my favorite patrons attended...and there was a cake that not only had chocolate fudge mousse inside...but also...DAVID TENNANT on it. And ME...in the place where Rose usually would be.* Yep, it was one of those laser printed cakes with a manip of me and the Doctor that my lovely crew had to go to loads of trouble to get by as the Doctor is trademarked and the cakemakers refused to use his image. They finally had to remove the DW logo and pass DT off as my boyfriend. <<---COOL! And oddly enough...a person who had only met Jan a few times at library functions thought it WAS Jan. "WOOT!"**
I also got a beautiful desktop fountain...a hand-crafted wine stopper (for my wine...me and Jeramiah...always have the mighty fine wine)...a stuffed jaguar...and the one thing I have always lusted after and never really had the audacity (and funding) to buy for myself...one of those full body chair-size massagers. And OMG! Is it fantastic! I am sitting here...right now...listening to trickling, relaxing water, sipping wine, looking at a picture of DT and me...and being gently pummelled by setting 16: Heat and a Swedish Guy Named Sven.
AH! No more stress.
Rae
*One thing...you know that photo someone took of you at an office party that is just so awful you can't bear it? The one that makes you look like a prize-fighting gerbil who has gone to seed and run to gut after a long battle with booze and steroid abuse? The one you stuffed in a drawer at the office, thinking no way can you take it home? Destroy it now before it ends up on a cake.
**And yet...someone thought I could score David Tennant! "Woot!"
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Date: 2007-07-14 12:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-14 12:42 am (UTC)Still...I'm hoping less stress means more fic production. I think it might mean that...as each task was handed over to my successor...I felt a little lighter...a little less pressure in my chest. So, even though I'm a bundle of mixed reactions...I'm not really upset.
Rae
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Date: 2007-07-14 12:43 am (UTC)Good luck as a cog in the vast machine that is a modern-day library. (And enjoy that chair!)
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Date: 2007-07-14 12:53 am (UTC)And being a cog could be mighty restful. Also...massage chair!
And, oh, yes, I am aware of how special my crew is...they worked as a seamless machine and we were churning out the customer satisfaction these last few months. We got so much done and we all got along well. What a shame to break us up...but there you go...change is part of life. One thing I never knew though was how sneaky they all were...like a few days ago one of them casually brings up her family coming into town...and asks where I take mine when they visit. I tell her a few places...one of the The Olive Garden...and she's all..."You like Italian? What's good there?" <<--then they had the Olive Garden cater the party. SO sneaky!
Rae
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Date: 2007-07-14 01:15 am (UTC)Ooo, they are good!
Anne
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Date: 2007-07-14 01:22 am (UTC)Library work is good for work-study...pays well and isn't the grind that food-services is...also flexible hours...and if you are in the college library you do get some time to study in some of the jobs. Of course, at my little library I worked the students to death. No, not really...but we are very busy so they don't get any study time. And I didn't either, when I was in college, because I worked in the public sector. Instead, I got a job after college...and worked my way up...to Branch Head. Not that you should worry that happens to everyone... :grin:
Rae
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Date: 2007-07-14 03:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-14 01:24 am (UTC)Rae
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Date: 2007-07-14 12:58 am (UTC)Best of luck.
Bittersweet about sums it up
Date: 2007-07-14 02:12 am (UTC)Thanks for the best wishes.
Rae
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Date: 2007-07-14 02:02 am (UTC)I hope the reduced stress of the new position helps you find an improved measure of health. Dealing with chronic illness is bad enough, it's just not fair that stress can exacerbate the symptoms, is it?
I used to have one of those massage chair mats for my car, it was heavenly after a long day at work. Sadly, falling asleep in traffic is generally not a good idea, so I had to give it up. Mine, however, did not have a setting 16.
I may have exaggerated just a bit...
Date: 2007-07-14 02:09 am (UTC)Yes...it is sad how stress takes a toll. My doctors have been doing all they can to keep me functional...but I hope this makes the difference. It could...it all depends on what I'm going to be doing in the new "changing environment of librarianship." <<---that's an ominous bit of buearacratic phrasing for you, huh?
Rae
Re: I may have exaggerated just a bit...
Date: 2007-07-14 02:33 am (UTC)That is a long time to be at one job these days. Been at mine 7 years next month, which means I've been there longer than all but one of the VP's and assorted other upper management.
Stress... and then of course one stresses about how the stress is making you ill, which compounds the stress and makes it even worse, etc.
That is a rather ominously ambiguous phrase. Of course, the first rule of bureaucratic wording is "never say with three small words what can be said with ten large ones."
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Date: 2007-07-14 02:28 am (UTC)I hope you enjoy your new place!
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Date: 2007-07-14 02:39 am (UTC)::hugs::
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Date: 2007-07-14 02:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-14 03:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-14 04:07 am (UTC)Good luck at the new library, Rae.
P.S. May I ask why a stuffed jaguar?
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Date: 2007-07-14 06:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-14 08:26 am (UTC)Clearly otters and gerbils are made for each other.
And I'm glad you had such a party - it shows that your co-workers and regulars appreciate you, even if your manager doesn't. And I hope the cog-in-the-machine thing works out for you.
*admires your cake*
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Date: 2007-07-14 01:08 pm (UTC)Goodluck in the new Library ;)
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Date: 2007-07-14 11:26 pm (UTC)I hope the new job is far less stressful... *hugs*
p.s.
Date: 2007-07-14 11:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-19 01:49 am (UTC)You must be living outside of the UK. Because, I think there's no way they would have been able to pull that off in the UK. Well, unless the cake-maker was a hermit. ;)
I hope you get much love from your new library. My mom's a librarian assistant (damn that Masters requirement!!), so I do have some idea of how stupid some people can be in the library environment.
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Date: 2007-07-19 05:29 pm (UTC)The party sounds terrific and I want David Tennant on my cake, too.
LOL
Date: 2007-08-16 02:30 pm (UTC)?
(is dead on floor from laughing too hard).