Never trust a librarian. The one on Star Trek, Mr. Atoz, stunned Kirk with a phaser, put him on a book cart while he was semi-unconscious, and tried to roll him out the portal to another time and place to get rid of him.
During undergrad years I had a part time job in the university library typing library of congress catalogue cards on an IBM Selectric. I'd done a sting as a comms tech in the navy so knew how to type. We were clerks. On the other side of a line of bookshelves were the REAL library staff - the MLS's as you say, who did the actually cataloguing. Several of them were dreamboats and left me with a lifelong love of librarians (no alliteration intended).
How to catalogue books. How to make information in a variety of formats as widely available to the laity as wit can conjure
18yrs old, I installed these things.. Crawling under the floors mostly. While the big-shots walked all over ya. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yUZ81dCqBg
My grand uncle had a library in his house and when I was little, I used to go there and open the books just to sniff the pages.
those median figures can be misleading There are many different professions within a given library. They're not all librarians. The librarian is like the head-honcho top man on the totem poll. There are probably um-teen library assistants and reference desk employees. My mom used to work in inter-library loan for a couple of different places that will remain anonymous for the purposes of this thread, but I think she worked from the reference desk too.
true. in my university libraries the employees were college students that would sit behind the desk and talk to each other, essentially allowing anybody to walk out the door with the entire library while they were not paying attention. i'm kind of interested in "being a liberian" though.
^ I think you have it in you, Undies! Now I'm wondering what's easier: becoming a professional librarian or becoming officially a Liberian.
i understand that. still so much work to be allowed to though. i mean a masters to unload heavy boxes off a truck, wheel them into the hidden sorting shelves, register them into the system, every once in a while come across something that's a real puzzle what to sort it under, decide which ones no one's looked at in so long its time to sell off, answer phones, look up things for people on phones, tons of the usual stuff to do with any kind of office, print up flyers, sometimes design, plan events, expecially for the childrens section, make sure the right children get returned to the right whinning parents. try to placate their conflicting political and religious views on what you should aquire and shelve where. and i'm sure that list is just the surface. publisher's distributers trying to sell you ten times what you have budget for, and the leaking roof in the study room, homesteader in the typing keyosks. ok, i haven't done that, but i have docented at an historical museum.