- Getting followed off the Bookmobile and verbally threatened
- Separately getting threatened for calling Spokesgay and Spokesgaysian thus
- Meanwhile, Spokesgaysian gets away with ghostwriting promotional copy for Balzac’s
- TPL communications staff, whose reputations are dirt after the ad fiasco and similar lies, whipping the union with a damp noodle over “inaccuracies” in the latter’s campaign – months after the fact and with no smoking gun
- Collections Development maintaining secret, made-up, ad hoc criteria for buying TV series on DVD such that Friday Night Lights is rejected when I suggest it, then magically acquired later
- Unhappiest man in the system still unhappy. And I am not referring to myself
- The careerist who is, to everyone’s continued shock and alarm, now the Board chair wants to have coffee with me instead of, say, hiring me. (Did you even have a library card before the Fords conspired to put you on the Board, Mike?)
- Unwanted, reputation-befouling ad program nets zero dollars, is backed up by a complete sham masquerading as a Review Panel
- Processing Dept. permanently defaces magazines and books with RFID stickers
- Finally, after 13 years, being forever alienated from Jones due to paranoiac branch head and a revolving door of new staff who treat me like a problem
Why can’t TPL just grow some balls and either hire me to unfuck its myriad deficiencies or issue an exclusion order once and for all?
This project is suspended altogether until I can get myself appointed to the TPL Board.
Getting the abomination passing itself off as a DVD of Lost Highway replaced with something better than a PAL VHS tape
Gay MLS researcher’s gay study into TPL’s service to the “LGBT” community, which he doesn’t want my help on despite decades of actual knowledge. (Response to this survey, whose two-line alphanumeric mixed-case URL you must type exactly from a printout, has been “phenomenal,” he tells me. “I don’t believe you,” I replied)
Tagging TRL and the suicidal decision to implement self-checkout (in a branch that installed a flatscreen in front of its only stela and refuses to move it)
I Lego NY
I dunno. Maybe when I feel like it.
At some level aren’t we all just running out the clock on TPL’s endlessly incompetent Board? Or maybe a few more of them will just resign and help us all out. Apart from Mr. Magoo, Kimberley Korinek resigned in December 2012. Did you even know that? (Via.) I guess Kevin McGuire is the new one and I’m sure he’d do as well on my quiz as Foderick would.
Yeah, hi. I don’t know what I’m doing with the library these days, or what it’s doing with me.
I keep telling you the Library Board is made up of pikers, seatfillers, pols, and lobbyists as far as the eye can see. Now we know its chair is willing to lie about driving drunk, albeit below the legal limit.
All of these are the same people who:
Engineered a library strike, then sent the savings from that strike back to the city.
Then got the library’s budget cut.
Set up an advertising program one of whose first users was an ambulance-chasing personal-injury law firm (which refused to comment on that designation).
Started dinging people a buck for holds and for overdue DVDs, with the result that people are afraid to place holds and circulation is actually down for the first time in living memory.
Should we also discuss the fact that it is now materially impossible for the public to comment in person or in writing on any issue before the Board at an immediately upcoming meeting? (This is the same Board that can and will refuse a written request to address it. How do I know? I’m the one they refused, after sitting around looking baffled at the request in the first place.)
I still am waging this perverse cold war (I wouldn’t capitalize it) with Collections Development. That department and other petites fonctionnaires continue to swoop in and turn the screws on frontline staff who make the capital error of trying to help me. There is now an entire list of such staff harassed and countermanded by middle management – here as elsewhere, the most picayune yet power-mad stratum.
I can only imagine how incensed CDD must be when we (not I – we) return rejected blue forms with an attached statement that, in effect, the reason for rejection was bullshit. This is the department that buys the TV series Gavin & Stacey, whatever that is, but deems Friday Night Lights and Southland inadmissible under criteria that actually aren’t published.
Levels of fuck-you in blue forms:
1 TRL reference-only
1 TRL, 1 NYCL
Honourable mention: 1 TRL, 1 your branch
I was going to save this up till I actually had them in hand, but what the hell. There are two saving graces in this ongoing blue-form Kafka manqué.
Did you know they’re tagging the entire visible collection of the Reference Library in preparation for TPL’s new plan to facilitate wholesale theft of that branch’s irreplaceable items? You’d be surprised who inside the organization thinks this is the stupidest idea ever, in no small part because it is. You’d be even more surprised to learn that apparently the entirety of TPL management save one does not know what staff-only RFID checkout is despite its being in use in a dozen branches. That obviously means they do not know that staff-only is the correct configuration for the TRL Browsery.
Why don’t I take a break?
The last time I did that I missed the deadline to apply to become a boardmember. Now, we know that the lying – and now drug‑ and murder-implicated – executive administration would have smothered the thing in its cradle like a Somali crack baby, but I’m not making the same mistake twice.
In the back of my mind is always the following question: Will this be the week the library serves me with a notice that I am banned from its premises? While that would be the nuclear option, it is the only step they haven’t taken and I don’t put it past them. You wouldn’t believe the shit these graspers have tried to pull behind the scenes.
Want to go out for a soyaccino sometime? You’re buying.
Back dans la journée, my personal heroine Jan Wong wrote a column for the Globe (2001.11.21, A6) describing how Air Canada demanded she sign a letter promising never to bring sharp objects aboard a plane. (She indeed had done so, in the time-honoured tradition of sting operations that airport security always flunks.)
I have a note here from a few months ago reminding me of a dream I had (Martin Amis/Henry James: “Tell a dream, lose a reader”) in which a trim, officiously cheerful middle-aged British man met me in the classic featureless interrogation cell seen in TV cop shows. He spun around then slid over a sheet I was expected to sign admitting my transgressions against the Toronto Public Library and promising never to commit them again.
You and I both know what a “problem customer” is and that I ain’t one.