I was ordained four years ago this month at a southern college I’ll refer to only as “The University of Alabama, Tuscaloosa AL, 35401”. I earned a BA in History about six years before that after an eleven year collegiate odyssey in which I was bound to get either a BA or a Lifetime Achievement Award. I had worked in entry level, paraprofessional and professional jobs in hotels, call centers (BACK INTO HELL, DEMONS! The one good thing you can say about call centers is that they pay better than the front desk of hotels), the Department of Education, caseworker for a non-profit mental health agency and lots of bits & pieces jobs; the sad thing is that my paycheck took a major step UP when I became a librarian, b.i.o.n…
I had essentially no experience in libraries other than as a researcher, but I’m one of those people who (I’m guessing several of you can identify) when I go to Wal-Mart at night, dressed in my street clothes with no name-tag or anything else to give anybody any reason to think that I work there, still get accosted by “excuse me, do you work here?” and “can you tell me where I can find _____”. In bookstores you damned near had to stand in line for my services as I have literally been asked by staff members “do you know who wrote _____?” or “What’s a good book on _____?”. I had also intended to go on the Ph.D. path in history, but the friends and acquaintances I had who pursued and captured Ph.D.s in liberal arts areas fell into two camps: those who ended up working for $5.75 per hour as the best educated person at the Home Depot or those who, worse, actually got a job in their field and had to relocate to Purvis Whittlemeier State Junior College & Oil Change in Spastic Elk, Montana making $21,000 per year, teaching students who failed their first test in the birth canal and yet still terrified that their contract would not be renewed because Home Depot was laying off. The one or two who had state college type gigs were just a bit too excited that their new article “Round About the Cauldron Go: A Comparison Contrast of Female Genital Semiotics between MACBETH and Ann B. Davis’s Brady Bunch Cookbook” was finally going to be published in “The Journal of Insignificantly Esoteric Ordure” that it was a turn-off, and since what I really want to do is write anyway I opted for a M.L.I.S…
My first job as a librarian, which I will admit I took only when I began panicking about not finding another job- quick hijack-
SIZE=7]IMPORTANT ADVICE TO ALL THOSE CURRENTLY STUDYING LIBRARY SCIENCE:[/SIZE]
[/COLOR=Red]Start looking for jobs at the beginning of your final semester, particularly if you are interested in academic libraries. The academic job interview is probably unlike anything you’ve ever encountered: for starters, it usually takes several months between the time a position is posted and the time it is filled AND the interview itself (of which there are usually 2 to 4 candidates interviewed) usually takes anywhere from a day to two and a half days- this is NOT a matter of “we like you… how bout starting Wednesday?”. IF YOU WANT A JOB UPON GRADUATION SEND OUT APPLICATION PACKETS AT ANYTHING THAT LOOKS INTERESTING AS SOON AS YOU START YOUR FINAL SEMESTER IF NOT BEFORE.[/COLOR]
- anyway, my first job was as a medical librarian in Albany, Georgia, a city I recommend only for those who are terminally ill and wish to make four months seem like 29 years. I lasted three months before going to a small college in southwest Georgia, where I remained a year, and I’ve been at my current position in Milledgeville GA for just over 2.5 years. I am leaving next week to accept a position at my alma mama, U of AL, because
1- I have an elderly mother in iffy health that I need to live closer too (and 100 miles is a perfect distance- I can be there in 80 minutes if I break a few road laws and there’s an emergency, but it’s far enough away that she won’t be calling me to switch the channels or change a light bulb)
2- I live in a city of less than 20,000 people which can get a bit old- there are no decent bookstores, the un-partnered gay guys under 30 are so terrified of their parents find out and the un-partnered gay guys over 30 are so terrified of their wives finding out that I can’t get a date, you have to go 40 miles to find a decent clothing store, etc.
3- I want to work in a research library because of the research I am interested in doing
Generally, I recommend librarianship very highly. In many ways it is one of those fields that is what you make it: I’ve become a fairly accomplished webpage designer (before library school I’d never strung two html lines together), I’ve gotten to indulge my hamminess through class sessions (I am proud to have been dubbed “The Elvis of Bibliographic Instruction” for my ability to make the stuff interesting and funny), there’s a lot to recommend most college towns over other cities, and the degree is pretty flexible. It’s certainly not a dream job, but it’s a great way of paying the bills until I’m better equipped to pursue my dream career.