tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post3415511877323282301..comments2024-03-26T17:48:13.000-07:00Comments on The Clerk Manifesto: Enobling library workFeldenstein Calypsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896259011478481374noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post-11000639772047068532018-07-30T07:41:05.223-07:002018-07-30T07:41:05.223-07:00I bristle at the nefarious word "librarians&q...I bristle at the nefarious word "librarians" in your account. You know, insiders perspective. And yes, I find material restrictions the most horrifying aspect of the older library, but am glad you got around it.Feldenstein Calypsohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04896259011478481374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post-61745995309317881082018-07-28T16:43:56.162-07:002018-07-28T16:43:56.162-07:00Where I worked, before they went to scheduling eve...Where I worked, before they went to scheduling everyone by the hour, it really seemed to me that it went pretty well. Carts to be shelved were in the areas where they belonged, and if it was slow on the desk I'd look for the oldest cart and shelf it. If the desk got busy, whoever was there would page me. Perhaps this bothered other people. It suited me very well.<br /><br />I did read some in the stacks, of course, but care was called for because between the circ staff and the librarians, almost every row was a sight line.<br /><br />I also read in the stacks of the public library when I worked there as a teen. It was very educational, because I was allowed to shelve books that teens weren't allowed to see. They were on another floor, and you needed permission to leave the main floor. You would not have liked it, I think.Library Loggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305782876201076334noreply@blogger.com