Since the title of my blog does have the word “librarian” in it, I guess it’s about time to write something relating to librarianship. I’ve recently started working a second part time job at the Kinnelon Public Library. Not sure where Kinnelon is? Don’t worry—I didn’t either until I started working there. It’s 30 minutes north of Montclair, up in the boondocks. I’ve been working as a substitute Reference Librarian because two other employees have been out on medical leaves. It’s only 2 or 3 days a week at this point, but I’m thrilled to be able to put the title at the top of my resume.
The funny thing about this job is that it’s essentially the middle ground between the children’s department at the Montclair PL and the Douglass Library at Rutgers. One job serves little kids, the other served undergrads, but now I get the pleasure of helping high school students, a population that I haven’t really given much thought until now. Their queries are always interesting (read: annoying) because they’re all doing term papers for their history class, the majority of their topics being ridiculously obscure. From what I gathered, the parameters for this assignment were that the topic had to be related to Europe between the years of 1400 – 1800. The two best topics I’ve heard were physical education (in Germany, specifically) and cars (kind of tough, seeing as cars didn’t really come into existence until the 1900s). And they all need a total of six books on the topic. Are you kidding me? In the end, I’m usually able to find them some stuff to get started…but seriously. These kids need to learn how to write a paper (Step 1: pick a reasonable topic).
The other day I saw a woman driving a pink Hummer. Immediately, I hated her. Is that wrong?
Lately, Michael and I have really been enjoying HGTV (Home & Garden Television). Who knew? I never thought to turn any of those shows on, but now we’re tuning into For Rent and My First House all the time. Lots of times, the places that people look at are very nice, fancy, and relatively expensive. The part I enjoy is finding things to criticize about the places. They’ll be looking at a 5-bedroom, 4,000 sq. ft. house, or a 1-bedroom apartment in a major city going for $500k, and I’ll say stuff like, “I don’t like that kitchen.” “Those hallways are too narrow.” “I’m not crazy about the vaulted ceilings.” Me in my (our) 1-bedroom ivory tower.