To the Patron that just called me…

To the patron that just called me,

Yes we are closed this weekend. Yes I am certain.

No I am not giving you the number of the “most superior librarian” in the main library. Call the main number for their hours since you don’t believe me.

We are not National Archives. We share the same zip code, that’s it.

No we don’t have “all the shooting stuff” from Kennedy (see above).

No I cannot tell you all of the rules for getting a readers card off the top of my head for NARA just because I’m an archives student.

No I don’t know where you can find “all the genealogy stuff from not too far back, but kinda far back” unless you give me locations, names, dates, etc. I am not your hired genealogist, either.

I can’t tell you if we have “classic radio shows from the 1930’s” unless you tell me what they are. No I cannot tell you where to find them if we don’t have them.

To conclude, just because I am an archives student working in a library doesn’t mean I magically know where everything you’ve ever wanted to see or know about is located.

Do us all a favor and Google it.

Kind Regards,

A Very Patient Archives Student

I’m Still a Bit of a Technophone

I’m a smart person. But as my loving fiance loves to say, I have the same comfort level with certain technologies as an 80 year old. I just prefer some things in my life to still be analog…

Yet, he still loves to shame me on social media. He posted this the other day…

“This is my fiancée’s cell phone, the HTC One M8; quite possibly the most sophisticated and advanced piece of mobile consumer technology this side of a laptop. Affixed to it is a post-it note. Surely there is a way for the former to do the job of the latter in a more elegant fashion.”

post it cell

I Might be a Librarian?


So it’s been over a year since I’m really even looked at this blog and I am ashamed.

I would say the biggest news in my school career would be that I may ACTUALLY become some form of librarian. GASP!

I realized very quickly after I was doomed to accessing a local senator’s mess of an “archive” (also known as a bunch of mismatched boxes with no rhyme, reason, labeling, or hint of organization) that I hate archiving. And it’s not even the tedious work of sorting through nonsense, or desperately trying to free photographs from decades old picture frames, or even trying to make heads or tales of a person’s career that I have no familiarity with; it’s the loneliness.

I don’t know if all archives situations are like this or just the ones I’ve encountered, but archivists seem to dislike.. social interaction.

I like to talk. I talk a lot. I like to share jokes, chat about current events, and show off some of the crazy things I’ve found while processing (commemorative mmerchandise for Clinton’s inauguration including a rhinestone saxophone lapel pin? yes.). But it seems that most of the people I work with prefer to sit in a room alone (usually without windows) and silently sort through boxes and folders without being disturbed.

I simply cannot work/live like this. Sitting 8 hours in a chair staring at a screen, or standing and sorting through cool things that I cant talk about with someone, or even ask the opinion of a fellow archivist how certain materials should be handled. No, this is not my kind of career.

So, like I usually do. I’ve changed my mind. I’ve been doing outreach since last August (in addition to archivey stuff) at my school’s special collections and it’s awesome. I work on exhibits (albeit with some difficult people to work with, but I’m learning office dynamics, yay?), I work on social media, and I come up with fun public programs to get people excited about our stuff.

Granted, I hit a lot of walls:  People are either afraid of progress, don’t think a special collections library on a university campus should cater to students, are heads of outreach but don’t have any formal training in librarianship (it makes a difference, I promise), or programs have been castrated because people suck at budgets (keep ALL of the managers but decapitate the budget for the people who actually do library stuff. You know, retrieve books, shelve books, accession collections, process materials, etc.)

But I’m still trying to be hopeful. I’m going to use this extra year in school to explore more options in the field through internships, conferences, and more. I’m even taking an English class and all seems right again in the world.

I guess I should start considering another name for this blog…?