We are part of an amazing profession built on helping others. As I’ve been pondering my next steps in the profession and what my place is in it (here and here) I reminded myself that I don’t have to struggle with the question on my own.
So, after making a doofy mistake I got locked out of the TOAL Twitter account. I’m working to get reactivated.
In other news, you can go on all the racist, misogynistic, homophobic, or otherwise hateful rants you want to on Twitter, but indicating a birthday less than 13 years-old is a bridge too far for them.
12:00 UPDATE: I’m back on the Twits!
This year’s selection of pumpkins decorated by our student assistants.
And the winners are:
3rd Place TIE: Cat-o-lantern & Baby Jack with Braces
2nd Place: 1930’s Cartoon Pumpkin
1st Place: Evil Jack-o-lantern
Congratulations to the winners, even though my favorite, Cheerful Hillbilly Who’s in a Jugband on Friday and Saturday Nights, was not included. 😦
I don’t read.
That’s not really true, of course. I read, some. I suspect that I read more than the average person, and especially the average man, but compared to other librarians, I don’t read.
The interview wasn’t until the afternoon, so I had the whole morning to myself. I slept in, drank whatever passed for coffee in my room, and did more prep for the day. All the while I was still angry and wondering if I really wanted this job at all. I was also trying to confirm my transportation from the hotel to the library with my contact, who wasn’t responding. I had absolutely no confidence in UC at this point. Eventually, I got an email back from my contact apologizing the she was at a conference that morning and would have limited availability.