Whiny Work Post Ahead
After some soul-searching and medication, the thought of getting my MLS is seeming to be less and less a back-up plan for me and actually a goal towards something that I would enjoy. After working in libraries for (after my upcoming birthday) nearly a decade, I think it's safe to say that I enjoy the work. It's an environment that suits me, and really doesn't feel too much like "work" which is a good thing in the long term. I know the pay will never be good, but none of my job interests will ever have good pay.
This is why it bugs me so damn much to be working with so many people now at Thompson who just don't seem to give a fuck anymore. This is problematic because it is a big library, and at the times where it is busy it can be pretty overwhelming for the one person seemingly trying to do the job for which he was hired. I'm not trying to be Superman or a martyr, but it's frustrating working with four other people and being to only one take any iniative to get anything done, being eager to learn the new functions of the new location, and just trying to make sure that everything that is supposed to get done gets done. There are other who do there job, but due to the new shifts I work I pretty much only see them a couple of days a week. Meaning for the rest of it, it's pretty craptastic here. I feel like I'm doing more than some of the people who are getting paid substantially more than me because I have this thing about doing my job.
And this is just our soft opening!!! What is going to happen to this place in the fall when it's all new people and no one cares? I truly am limited in the number of things I can do at once, especially when I'm not yet cleared for half of them. Things are going to get interesting, that's for sure. And the masses of new workers would dread if I ever got an actual position at the library, because I would have the power and authority to train them properly and to make sure that training sticks. There would be much equal sharing of weight, which just doesn't seem to be the case here anymore. I don't want to make formal complaints, but I might have to start just because it is starting to get that bad around here.
Alright, that's out of my system. It was mostly kicked off by an irritating incident of being told about a joyous function but not being a part of it. Kind of like second grade all over again.
This is why it bugs me so damn much to be working with so many people now at Thompson who just don't seem to give a fuck anymore. This is problematic because it is a big library, and at the times where it is busy it can be pretty overwhelming for the one person seemingly trying to do the job for which he was hired. I'm not trying to be Superman or a martyr, but it's frustrating working with four other people and being to only one take any iniative to get anything done, being eager to learn the new functions of the new location, and just trying to make sure that everything that is supposed to get done gets done. There are other who do there job, but due to the new shifts I work I pretty much only see them a couple of days a week. Meaning for the rest of it, it's pretty craptastic here. I feel like I'm doing more than some of the people who are getting paid substantially more than me because I have this thing about doing my job.
And this is just our soft opening!!! What is going to happen to this place in the fall when it's all new people and no one cares? I truly am limited in the number of things I can do at once, especially when I'm not yet cleared for half of them. Things are going to get interesting, that's for sure. And the masses of new workers would dread if I ever got an actual position at the library, because I would have the power and authority to train them properly and to make sure that training sticks. There would be much equal sharing of weight, which just doesn't seem to be the case here anymore. I don't want to make formal complaints, but I might have to start just because it is starting to get that bad around here.
Alright, that's out of my system. It was mostly kicked off by an irritating incident of being told about a joyous function but not being a part of it. Kind of like second grade all over again.