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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

I am Spartacus!

A colleague in another place has told me that he's had unofficial word from his bosses that he might want to stop writing this blog.

Personally, I think the fact that any library service managers have such low self-esteem that they would willingly identify themselves with the clowns populating Helminthdale is sad beyond belief.

But it also means that my colleague must have a rich seam of stories that he'd like to share with us (this is a hint, nudge, nudge).

I was going to say that there is just one Helminthdale, but given a lot of the feedback I get from people working in the public libraries of three continents this is evidently untrue. I can only conclude that Helminthdale is a universal state of grace, a sort of Platonic ideal of a particular kind of public library service.

badge: I am the ghost of Kevin MusgroveIt follows, then, that I must be something similar. In that spirit I've made the cut-out-and-keep badge on the left. I thought we could all wear it on a given day as a mark of solidarity of experience.

Ah, but which day? I had thought St. Lone Ranger's Day (26th May), which this year falls on a Monday when we'd all need cheering up. But that seems a long way away. Then the blindingly obvious struck me. If we're to be true to our organisations and our managers there can only be one solution.

We would all have worn the badge on the 25th of December but we were on leave that day.

4 comments:

The Topiary Cow said...

It's obvious to Cow that we should strip our sleeve and say "This Helminthdale Badge I had on Crispin's day.'

As for the intimidation by management...they can run the internet, but they can't hide the blog. Blog on!

Moo!

emu said...

"These wounds I had at the enquiry desk"

Our managers couldn't run a knock-up in a brothel.

Kev, Miss Cow, thanks for the solidarity!

Major D'Omo said...

I think it's perfectly true that there's just as much a Helminthdale round every corner as there is a Lone Star State of Mind. And then you get the private non-profits. Here in the Nirvana of the J. Cheever Loophole Memorial Library and Sauna we seem to have a different brand of insanity but that's mainly because we're using the soft paper.

The Topiary Cow said...

On the internet, nobody knows you're an emu.

Should they tear down one blog, two more will grow in it's place. Hydras, they are, for sure.

Rock on, emu!

Moo!