So I started a new job at the local library, working in the Tech Center as part of the IT department. That’s kind of surprising since I don’t have a strong background in computers or technology, just a general knowledge of how to use common applications like MS Word or Publisher, and how to surf the Internet, send emails, etc. But I told them that in the interview and they hired me anyway, making me the least tech-savvy employee in the department.
The Tech Center holds twenty-six computers for public use, giving them access to the Internet as well as a half-dozen common software programs. We also maintain four computers in the Teen section, several more in Children’s, and a number of free-standing “express” kiosks that allow fifteen-minute access for those who just want to quickly check email or whatever.
In this first month I’ve learned how to check and update patron information; how to reserve a computer for a patron; how to make a guest pass; how to expedite patron print jobs and charge them the appropriate amount; how to identify patrons who use someone else’s library card (not allowed); how to monitor patron computers and identify inappropriate images/chatting (also not allowed);and how to open and close the center. I’ve also helped quite a few people with their computer questions and broken up a near fistfight.
At this point, so far so good.
However, I am finding that I don’t have quite the same enthusiasm for work that I used to exhibit. I don’t mind going in and doing a good job, but my thoughts are sometimes elsewhere. I find myself thinking about the people and situations I’ve encountered during my six-year work hiatus, when I was available almost anytime to lend a hand, give a ride, volunteer, or visit for a couple of hours. I was connecting with people (and their needs) on a regular basis. I really enjoyed that.
Now I find myself rushed to get weekly chores done and dinner cooked before work. When I get home I have less energy for phone calls or visits. I’m not as available anymore – like when my temporarily wheelchair-bound friend wanted me to accompany him to the Mall so he could get his Christmas shopping done. I couldn’t, and I don’t know if he found anyone else.
What this all means, I don’t know. I’ll just have to adjust and adapt. After all, everyone has to work, right? I suppose that, like everything else, with time and prayer God will work circumstances out for my good, and His. I am thankful to have a steady income once more, even if it comes at a price.