It pays more than my current job, but not per hour, and the extra money goes absolutely nowhere to justify the hours for the type of job it is.
It’s a management position, and I told him I’d think about it, but the more he talked about what it involved, the more I knew I’d only be putting off the inevitable by not telling him then and there it wasn’t for me.
So I did, and told him I am a librarian to my very soul, which startled him not a little.
And it was his startlement that’s prompted this post.
It’s a reaction I get from time to time, and probably comes from being a professional working in a field in which all the others are experts in a different profession. Of being a librarian amongst teachers. My previous boss would, from time to time, ask me if I’d thought again about being a teacher – I had the ability, he’d say.
But ability isn’t the same as passion. I have the ability to do this job I was just offered too, but O Lord, why would I want to spend my days in that way!
And this gentleman had obviously thought I was just biding my time until I got a better offer, one from him I’d jump at.
On any survey, any form where there are list of occupational classes and you tick or click the one you fit in, there is never one for librarians, and often not even one that we fit. I usually write it down under “other – please specify” in the probably vain hope it may one day end up on a form!
So yes. I’m a librarian. Probably always was, long before I qualified. And it’s not about books on shelves, it’s about providing and facilitating access to entertainment and information, and the pleasure of browsing. For starters.