Uh, Next
Posted by Paul at July 8th, 2010
Sure, go check-out books. After thirteen years in Periodicals. Endless rolls of microfilm, little pencils, request slips, stock reports, magazines. Internet sign-up and user help. Scanning rare newspapers for Historical, maintaining the database. By-appointment “CyberCoach”. Working the Audio Visual desk. All this has prepared me for… checking out books.
But who will cover Periodicals/internet, etc, etc? Bingo: someone with less seniority and experience. By the way, train them to do your job. Thanks. Then go check-out books. No, that’s it, just that. Oh, and check them in. You’re welcome. By the way, this is not a business we’re running; bureaucracy usurps logic.
On second thought, no. I’m able to survive without the little money you pay (the amount of which hasn’t budged in four years), the limited hours you offer, and the no vacation pay. Leaving, done, sayonara. I’ll miss my co-workers in Periodicals and the city hall gym. Two weeks notice.
Last day: supervisor sends me to Admin, Admin sends me to HR, who send me back to Admin. While I’m in Admin, HR calls and tells me to come back in a hour. When I get to HR again I wait half an hour. I’m told the guy who has my last check is on break. Apparently he took it with him (?). They will mail it to me instead. Fine, I say, and leave HR. About what I expected.
The final minutes come after thirteen years in the library. Does management come downstairs and offer a farewell? The gumption cannot be summoned. Other than some awkward goodbyes with co-workers, the day ends like any other.
A week later my supervisor texts me: I have your last check here. Want me to drop it in the mail..?
(Uh, Next courtesy Bill Walker)
