Crankypantsing

Speaking of Outlook…

And speaking of that Outlook calendar training workshop we worker bees had to attend a couple of weeks ago…

I said at the time that it was silly for us to attend, when it was the higher-ups who needed to learn how to use their calendars. Most of the workshop focused on scheduling meetings for lots of people, so of course, we just got an email from the head of cataloging about a training session next week. An email, not a meeting request. Grrr. Which means that we all have to manually add the information to our calendars, instead of clicky-clicking on a single button so that it’s added automagically.

Crankypantsing

Let’s Not and Say We Did

A coworker wants everyone to eat lunch together once a week.

Because of the sucktacular economy and impending state budget cuts, we’ve been asked to brainstorm ways to streamline our workflow. Fine. We’ve also been asked to look at the library as a whole and come up with ideas for tasks that can be discarded and others that might be implemented to make things more efficient. Also fine. What’s not fine? A coworker suggested that we have “power lunches,” where we “talk about stuff.” This is presumably some sort of primate bonding ritual that will help us be more productive worker ‘droids.

But wait! There’s more! He also thinks that part of this weekly “power lunch” should involve all of us going to the gym and working out together. I am not making that up.

Kill me now!

Photography

Work

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Somebody else’s work, to be exact. This book cart full of old junk showed up outside my cubicle a few months ago. I won’t be surprised if it’s there a year from now. That’s how things are in Libraryland. I think it belongs to the department head, who is my cube-neighbor. Maybe she’s hoping that if she pushes it in front of my cube and ignores it for long enough, it will magically go away?

Uncategorized

Today’s Cataloging Puzzle

I’m currently cataloging a set of books on the economy of Argentina. Easy peasy, right? Except, when looking for a call number, I noticed that “economic history and conditions, Argentina” is not just broken up by general time periods, but specifically into “early” and “later,” with “early” including “Medieval.” WTF?

Yes, there were people in Argentina during what most folks would recognize as the Medieval period, but Medieval in this sense refers to a European cultural construct. Meaning, there really wasn’t any such thing as a Medieval period in Argentina. And, anyway, colonization of Argentina by Europeans roughly coincided with the end of the European Medieval period, so why include Medieval in the “early” time range. Wouldn’t Precolumbian make more sense?

Art, Crankypantsing, Doodles

Staff Meeting Doodle

Staff Meeting Doodle
gel ink in steno pad
7 1/2 x 6 inches

This was a week of meetings and training sessions. Today’s horror was a 3 hour long workshop on using Outlook’s calendar. Three. Whole. Hours. The less said about it, the better, I think. Even though it was hands-on, I had plenty of time to doodle, and thank goodness for that, or I may have had to poke someone with sharp, pointy objects. It was only slightly less traumatic than Wednesday’s hour-long presentation on libraries in Second Life.

Crankypantsing, Photography

Faucet

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Disgusting, isn’t it? I wish they would put this sink in a trash bag, if they aren’t going to clean the crusty grime off it.

And that’s about all I have today. I had a two-hour customer service training workshop this morning, which was just about useless. The cranky it inspired is still bubbling away. An adult beverage might help, and maybe a couple of House re-runs. (Seriously. The woman running the workshop made a big production of going around and shaking hands with everyone. Aaack! I nearly turned around and left, when I saw her barreling over toward me. I don’t touch strangers. Period. And I really don’t appreciate them touching me. The whole thing was kind of ironically funny, in retrospect. That sort of overly aggressive sales job is guaranteed to lose me as a customer for life.)

Anyway, about the only good thing I can say about this day is that it’s nearly over. Oh! And I got some doodling done during the stupid workshop.

Teh Enb.