I went, shared & learned, and then Storifyed. Here you go:
Trigger warning: talks about sexual harassment, picture has very graphic language.
I have been semi-following the #teamharpy saga – if you want to know more, hop on Twitter or Google it. Today the Librarian in Black, who I have admired and followed for years, posted about the sexual harassment she has suffered in her personal and professional life over the years. Sarah was brave to speak out and is being made to pay for it. I can’t begin to tell you how sad and angry that makes me.
This is the kind of feedback Sarah is getting already:
I presume the person who commented is connected to libraries in some way, otherwise how did they come to be reading her blog? The fact they have chosen a revolting pseudonym means nothing except that they are gutless.
I know those associated with #teamharpy have suffered a lot of this type of backlash. If this is how librarians treat each other, it’s a sad day indeed. Librarians should be backing each other, and being each other’s strongest advocates in times of need.
I have talked a lot in the last couple of years about #kindness. Please people, in a world where journalists get beheaded for doing their jobs, and the word ‘segregation’ is trending, can’t be just take a deep breath and be more tolerant? Kindness matters, try it.
I’ve been talking with colleagues recently about Cutters. You know, the letters at the end of the Dewey number; helps to bunch like things together and so on.
A while back we got rid of the Cutter on our junior non-fiction and most staff have not missed them at all. Our collections just aren’t big enough for it to make a lot of difference.
We’ve been discussing the idea of removing them from adult non-fiction too. It saves materials, processing time etc. It simplifies things for the public who probably have no idea what they mean. If I think about our densest sections, say 635.9, we might have one shelf, maybe two at the most. So there’s not a lot of books to look through for holds etc – yes the Cutter would make it quicker to search, but not by much.
Do you have an opinion on Cutters for smaller collections? I’d love to hear from you.
By the way, the photo is from Google, not from our library.
The other day I commented on this story on my Facebook page and commented “This is such a sad story – I wish Christchurch could have more extensive social services. And that society as a whole cared more“. I got into a debate with an ex-colleague, who recently moved to Christchurch and works as a (newly trained) nurse. Essentially we have quite different views and I was happy to debate it with her.
Her husband posted this on my Facebook page “why can’t the parents who are taking her child look after her? or baby daddy or any other relli? and theres heaps of empty houses in chch so no need to sleep on grass, jobs galore, in chch. 4 kids! how about a snip, I could go on, but come on, how about she helps herself? we found a house on our own and jobs.”
The person the news story is about is an older prostitute, who suffers from bi-polar, and is trying hard to stay off drink and drugs whilst pregnant after the pill failed. My ex-colleague’s husband has a good job, so does the wife, nice kids, etc etc. His reply smacks of middle-aged, middle-class, uncaring white privilege.
My online life represents who am I, both personally and professionally – this is authentically me. Essentially he pushed my values button! I could not let his remarks go without comment, and have unfriended her so it can not happen again. As a librarian I care deeply about the people I serve – and not just the well educated clean “nice” ones. I try hard to care for all of them, even though I don’t always get it right. If you can’t care, and won’t respect those less fortunate than yourself, that’s your choice – but don’t spew your poison on my page.
I’m helping my boss with the 10 year LTP budgets. It’s kind of a big task – 10 budgets x 50 or so rows x 10 years = oodles of entries! On the other hand, Council has a really user friendly system for doing it, and because we doing “business as usual” we’re not thinking about adding extra stuff. Yesterday I spent a bit of time with some stats and my trusty calculator, working out some possible changes to make a few things more equitable. I’d love to see I have been gazing into the future, coming up with all kinds of cool futuristic techy things, but no…
Some tasks are just not that much fun; filing, cleaning the shower, updating your CV. You can pay someone to clean the shower, and you can throw all your filing in a box and hope you never need it. But your CV? Updating it is one of those jobs that really is easier if you do it regularly.
I have worked for the same organisation for over 20 years, but I update my CV annually. In the last 2 years I have used to CV to support my application to join the LIANZA Professional Registration Board, which was successful, and to apply for the role of Editor of Library Life, which was not successful.
My manager is retiring in December and, having been her Deputy for some years now, I will be applying for her role. Instead of having to worry about the state of my CV, I know it’s good to go, and can concentrate on other things, such as ensuring I can clearly articulate my vision for the future.
What state is your CV in – do you update it from time to time, or only when you need it?
I have been reading quite a lot about the work of the librarians in Ferguson, who have stood up for the people in their community and offered a safe refuge amongst the turmoil that’s followed the death of an unarmed young man by police. They have put neutrality aside and taken a firm stand for their community – you can read more here.
I love my two communities and am passionate about providing for our kids and teens. I try to take everyone at face value and not judge based mental health, wealth, race, colour, physical ability, sexual orientation and so on. Respect me and I’ll respect you right back. I think we all need more #kindness in our lives and I try to start from a basis of kindness, even though some days I fail miserably (as most of us do…).
The Ferguson librarians have gone way beyond merely welcoming anyone in their doors. By the way, it’s the librarians, not the library, doing amazing things - the library is simply a building. Would I dare to take such a clear, and ultimately political, stand? Do I have the guts for it? I just don’t know. I hope so, and I hope my community never needs to find out. In the meantime, my thoughts are with the people of Ferguson.
Photo by Mitch Ryals, RiverFront Times. 20 August 2014
Two years ago I had a car accident due to a drunk driver and damaged my shoulder. This led to de Quervain’s Tenosynovitis, a painful inflammation of the tendon that runs from thumb to shoulder. Aka texter’s thumb! They threatened to put my wrist in plaster 18 months ago but we got it under control.
My husband has some serious health issues and, while he was out of town for two days seeing the surgeon and discussing some very, very scary options, I crafted endlessly because it’s my stress relief. Overuse of scissors = major flare-up. I am doing no art, craft, letter writing or blogging for a while to let it heal. See you all in a week or three…
Today I have been reading an article someone has sent for the community newspaper my husband and I publish every month, about the WWI Roll of Honor board at Kakaramea. the same person sent me one last month about the Alton War Memorial. It’s got me thinking about all the amazing information we hold, and the fact that quite a lot of it is not easily findable for people. I’d love to get it all digitized, but that takes time and money. On the other hand, I’m aware that increasingly it is the unique holdings of museum and libraries that are significant. I think this is a project that has to go on my ‘needs doing’ radar. Just add it to the list….
And from this month’s as yet unpublished Patea & Waverley Press — The photo below is Frank Anthony. His father ran the Manutahi Hotel in the early 1900s. Frank & his 3 siblings went to Kakaramea School during this time. Then the family moved to a remote farm at Whakamara. When WWI broke out he joined the Royal Navy & was injured in 1916, with long term lung damage, he was repatriated back to NZ in 1918, & returned to Taranaki.