One of my colleagues is leaving next week for pastures new. Which has opened the floodgates of absolutely MENTAL people applying for her job. You wouldn't believe it if you hadn't seen the applications for yourself. Well, so far, the loons have only got as far as asking for details and an application form, and in doing so have proved themselves to be out of the running already. We should have told them not to bother filling them in. But equal ops and all that...
Apart from the usual never say die applicants that have applied for every job going here for the past 5 years with no success, the best one was a lady who said she wanted to work with us as she wanted a job she could retire from. What mental person would put that on their form? She wasn't that old, had a good 20 years or so in her yet. Unfortunately for her, one of our current librarians already has the monopoly on doing as little as absolutely possible until retirement. I want someone who is WILLING TO WORK GODDAMNIT. I'm not doing it all by myself forever!
And another lady librarian wants a challenge, to tax her brain and stimulate her mind. So cataloguing is out then. And how about checking through reams of microfiche? No? Too bad. Most library jobs, indeed any job anywhere, are made up of lots of mundane admin jobs that the saner ones of us take in our stride and get on with. This lady already said it was beneath her. And she wore an orange beret when she came in with her form. Duh duh. Next!
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