I keep hoping that things will get better and that I’ll be able to start moving in a more positive direction within libraries but the evidence for why I need to move on (especially from where I am now) just keeps piling up. Here are my three additions to my still growing list:
- Reverting to the Traditional: We are in the midst of a wave of new policies being handed down by the top admins that are going to make life in the libraries very difficult for our students. These policies are being couched as “necessary” and “well-meaning,” but I only see a negative environment being cultivated. Starting this summer we will have 3 new policies in place: No Food or Drink Above the 1st Floor – Only water in closed and covered containers; Quiet Floors will become Silent Floors, All other floors in the stacks and the elevators will be whisper locations, The 2nd floor will be a quiet conversation floor; To check out any devices, students will now need to show a valid student ID as well as a valid state-issued photo ID.
These all have their pros and cons, I won’t go into here. Suffice it to say, the next step may just need to be closed stacks, since that is where we are heading.
- We’re Recruiting, You’re Paying: Serving on a search committee is a duty that I don’t take lightly, so I understand there are sacrifices for time, etc. But now I’m also being asked to sacrifice my own hard-earned money. Not only have I been required to travel to the other campus, which eats up my gas (about $45 more this month for just two trips), but I’m also asked to attend both lunches with both candidates and pay for my own meals. This equals out to about $15 per meal, so $60 for both candidates. I’m out over $100 of my own money – not fair.
- You’re Invited – But Don’t Come: Why would you invite me to attend a meeting that you say is important, tell me to attend if there are items on the agenda of importance to me and my staff, and then indicate that my attendance is an indication to you that I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TO DO!!!! You have got to be kidding me! Final straw…back broken.