Thursday, November 13, 2014
The revealing song
I was working a short afternoon stint on the giant check in machine, the AMH. It was the first snowy day of winter. It was a quiet day, though there were plenty of books to run through the AMH. The machine and I were getting along pretty well, and I started to sing.
Before I tell you what song I sang I feel obliged to my dignity to run through a brief litany of my more exalted roles at the library I work at:
I have changed policies, spearheaded projects, and made fundamental redesigns of the current library building I write you from. I have resolved major issues with patrons and materials. I have run major staff events. I have repaired broken systems and advised on our collection. I have done lots and lots of important things around here!
But these are all exceptions. Mostly, fundamentally, I am a clerk. And the song I sang goes like this:
Oompa loompa doompety doo
I've got a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa loompa doompety dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
I am an oompa loompa.
If you work most days of the week, mostly down in the unglamorous machinery of a workplace, you might be an oompa lompa dompety too.
Oompa loompa doompety da
If you're not greedy, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa Doompety do