Monday, May 15, 2006

As I've mentioned in previous posts, I have a massive crush on my library. This concept of finding books & movies online, placing holds, then getting an email a few days later announcing their arrival to my particular branch is absolutely brilliant. Of course, there is something to be said for browsing, but the convenience of this online business really trumps all.
That said, there are dangers to library use vs. simply buying online.
I have a variety of books & movies on hold. Some are fine literature and foreign films, others are self-help books and horror flicks. Usually, the holds that come in are a mix, which, I feel, speaks to my eclecticness and lack of artifice.
However, Friday I came in to collect several holds: What color is your parachute?; Refuse to choose! : a revolutionary program for doing everything that you love; Jobs for English majors and other smart people; Do what you love, the money will follow : discovering your right livelihood; Saw. OK. I've mentioned in previous posts that I am uncertain as to what to do with my life, and, as for the self-help genre, I found Suze Orman's Young Fabulous & Broke to be rather helpful, and two books on law school & lawyerness convinced me that I should never take that path...
So. I had hoped to collect these books rather anonymously. There is one librarian under 40 in my local library, a cute blond girl probably in her late 20s. She, plus one of the octogenarians, were at the checkout counter. I kept my fingers crossed (literally) that hipster girl would not be my checkout girl.
Alas, she was. So, I present my card, she scans, makes a face. Says "is your dad a teacher?" I confirm, she says "what's his name?" (Note: I feel her obligation would be to say something to the effect here of: "is he mr. yourlastname?" or "does he teach at blank?" or "does he teach orchestra?" rather than asking his name, but whatever). Anyway, she confirmed that he was her teacher, she recalls me as a smaller girl, etc, etc. Then she gives me my books and I am forever embarassed.
Incidentally, I haven't looked at my self-help books yet (being too involved with literary fiction (Our kind : a novel by Kate Walbert, my new issue of Bust magazine, and ok, the Gilmore Girls), but my roommate, Julie (yes, I am outing you too) has looked through Parachute & one other, and confirms that Parachute is a christian book! Jeez.

6 comments:

Jenni said...

I also know the danger of teacher-parents. It's like a curse, following you throughout your whole life...

Julie said...

Yes, I "skimmed" a couple of Ruth's books. Parachute is funny because it is so "you can do it! Take charge of your life and your career!" Free will blah blah and then the next sentence is "God willing, of course."
Too weird.
Cheers.

Anonymous said...

I should read those books when I get back to the states. Maybe thats what Ill do. God...what the hell am I going to do with my life? I applied for a job at PETCO for krists sake!

At least you are trying to solve the mystery, Im just like, sitting here.
incidently, Im too lazy to sign in as my blogger person...

Dan said...

Glad to see you enjoying the library. As a librarian, I take credit for all of the advances that have been made in libraries over the past 3 years, including the wonderful system of email holds.

True: I am a librarian.
False: I invented those things.

But email holds are still awesome.

Bill McClain said...

Ruth doesn't know this, but my boss, the evil giant Steven Spletzdozer or something gave me a self-help/how to sell book that I have been reading. Actually, she does know that. And now so do you. So...look out...because I can control the minds and corrupt of hearts of men...the Zig Zigler way!

stefanie said...

it's a christian book?? outrageous.