We all talk about our jobs--obliquely at times, clearly at others--but too often we have no clue what we all do every day. What do you do? In more than a three sentence summary, with as little unexplained jargon as possible.

( What I do at my dayjob. )

-Where did I put that page of notes on Victorian madness and insane asylums? REALLY. It's been days since I started looking for it.

-Is it necessary to point out random connections when I talk to people on the phone? "Hey, my name is Merrie, too!" or (today, on the phone with an ILL staff member at Northern Illinois University) "Do you know rarelylynne? ( Read more... )

There was sledding:

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At Excelsior the other night, Sarah was telling a childhood story of the Evil Censoring Librarian, who would not pull a Victor Hugo novel off a high shelf for her "because you'll never finish it." Lawrence (a librarian) and I both gasped. "That violates one of the Laws of Library Science!" I shrieked ( Read more... )

[10:16] FairMer10:: Anyway. The one funny thing said today, but didn't get written down, was about the "misshelved" designation.
[10:17] FairMer10:: Misshelved, if you think about it, is the most useless thing to say about an item. How do you know? Isn't it just lost? If it's honestly misshelved, you can't know that. If you do know that, go ( Read more... )