Boris Galerkin posted:

This is off topic but who in my library is considered a "librarian?" I always see people putting books away, people borrowing out books to people, or people scanning books back in, or people sitting at an administrative/customer rep desk answering questions about how to sign up for the library. Everyone I ask can tell me where the x genre books are and most people can tell me where books by author y can be found.

Not trying to belittle you or your profession but none of that seems like you need any special education to do.

My Lovely Horse posted:

I'm a librarian and I can't honestly say this doesn't ring true.

Non-US so things may be different, but pretty much everything of what you listed would be handled by our equivalent to library assistants and to a surprisingly large degree volunteers and students (in university libraries). The actual librarians would be cataloguing, coordinating, planning events, performing admin duties, selecting new material, managing the website...

GAINING WEIGHT... posted:

. As is acquiring a comprehensive understanding of Dewey Decimal.

Boris Galerkin posted:

This is off topic but who in my library is considered a "librarian?" I always see people putting books away, people borrowing out books to people, or people scanning books back in, or people sitting at an administrative/customer rep desk answering questions about how to sign up for the library. Everyone I ask can tell me where the x genre books are and most people can tell me where books by author y can be found.

Not trying to belittle you or your profession but none of that seems like you need any special education to do.

ElGroucho posted:

Someone told me that librarians are supposed to have graduate degrees in library studies; true librarians are rare

Maybe someone was bullshitting me?

goose fleet posted:

How can you possibly have enough classes on libraries to make a degree out of it?

ElGroucho posted:

Someone told me that librarians are supposed to have graduate degrees in library studies; true librarians are rare

Maybe someone was bullshitting me?

Nostalgia4Butts posted:

nope, you need a masters of library science

i got my undergrad in library science, but when i started looking for grad schools the recession hit. i applied to a part-time job at a local library and found out that 300 people applied to the same job, most of them already had mls degrees. this scenario repeated itself a couple times

at that point i said gently caress it and got an it job and never looked back.

ElGroucho posted:

And now you're chillin' at your desk posting with your IT buds

Leninboarrir posted:

http://www.businessinsider.com/money-advice-from-a-millionaire-2015-
Fast forward to this morning and I was again about to get into my car. A man driving a truck down the street stops in front of my house and yells, "Mr. Siebold, I took your advice and started my own company. I have five employees working for me and business is booming. My family and I are experiencing freedom like we never thought possible."

goose fleet posted:

How can you possibly have enough classes on libraries to make a degree out of it?

oldpainless posted:

My cousin has an actual degree in librarianism or whatever you call the career and he works 6 hours a day 4 days a week and gets a month of vacation.

ElGroucho posted:

Someone told me that librarians are supposed to have graduate degrees in library studies; true librarians are rare

Maybe someone was bullshitting me?

sweeperbravo posted:

"Experiencing freedom"

quote:

Needs To Go On A Pop Culture Odyssey
MARTIAL ARTS SCHOOL | USA | MOVIES & TV, TEACHERS
(I am doing homework in the lobby while my sister is doing her class; namely, she’s reading the Odyssey. My karate teacher notices this, and talks to me about it while we’re stretching.)

Teacher: “So you’re reading The Odyssey?”

Me: “Yup.”

Teacher: “What part are you on?”

Me: “The part where Odysseus goes to the kingdom whose name I can’t pronounce.”

Teacher: “Are you at the part of the sirens yet?”

Me: “No. Don’t spoil it for me!”

Teacher: “That’s like the oldest book! Asking for no spoilers is like asking for no spoilers for The Lion King!”

Me: “…”

Teacher: *face turns to shock* “You haven’t watched The Lion King!?”

Me: “Nope.”

Teacher: “You had a sad childhood. Did you at least watch Toy Story?”

Me: “Nope.”

Teacher: *stares* “…You had a dark, sad childhood…”

Me: *attempting to make him stop mock-pitying me* “I watched Toy Story 3, though.”

Teacher: “…You mean you watched it without watching the first two?”

Me: “Yeah…”

Teacher: *makes some sort of plus sign with his fingers, or perhaps an X, and shakes his head disapprovingly*

Me: “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Teacher: *walks away* “Don’t talk to me.”

Fathis Munk posted:

What a pointless and lovely story. It also states the sister is reading the odyssey for some reason instead of the dude.

Also I've not seen the lion king either

Fathis Munk posted:

What a pointless and lovely story. It also states the sister is reading the odyssey for some reason instead of the dude.

Also I've not seen the lion king either

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

*makes some sort of plus sign with my fingers, or perhaps an X, and shakes my head disapprovingly*

Seriously that bit annoys me. Who lives in the USA in 2015 and doesn't recognise someone making the "warding off evil poo poo" sign of the cross?

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

*makes some sort of plus sign with my fingers, or perhaps an X, and shakes my head disapprovingly*

Seriously that bit annoys me. Who lives in the USA in 2015 and doesn't recognise someone making the "warding off evil poo poo" sign of the cross?

Khazar-khum posted:

Why did this happen at a martial arts school?

Postal Parcel posted:

Okay, first things first.
The person telling the story is doing homework in a lobby of a martial arts dojo while the sister is doing her (karate)class. Then after the comma, the positions switch and suddenly it's the sister doing homework and reading the Odyssey and now the storyteller is in the class, stretching. But then the questions are still directed towards the storyteller as if s/he was reading the book which would be an odd inference to make given that the sister is the one reading the book.

Now that we have that settled, why is the Karate Teacher a 14-year old in middle school?

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

*makes some sort of plus sign with my fingers, or perhaps an X, and shakes my head disapprovingly*

Seriously that bit annoys me. Who lives in the USA in 2015 and doesn't recognise someone making the "warding off evil poo poo" sign of the cross?

corn in the bible posted:

This troperrecently (A few weeks ago) got into a....little fight with his longtime nemesis, last day of (high)school, he may not be coming(droping out, my nemesis, not me) back, revenge bluh bluh merger childish things. He decides to come at me with a meter stick with a rather intimidating war cry. I merely tilt my head ever so slightly and plunk, it hits the wall behind my head, visibly dumbfounded he then attempts to slash me. Big mistake, my headphones got unplugged from my Ipod touch, and my favorite song was just beginning. Nightwish's song she is my sin and so begins my epic battle, he keeps slashing and lunging at me all while I dodge his blows and strokes. He attempts another headshot but I deftly grabbed it from him, he fell face first onto the floor, then I said one of my favorite badass boasts almost immediately afterword "On your knees...I want you to beg for forgiveness." my class's resident Video game gerd (Her own word she made, a combination of geek and nerd, she calls herself this all the time) said almost YELLING "Holy poo poo dude! That was awesome!" unfortunately his Girlfriend didnt think so, and tossed him the other meter stick and said "Kick that little snot into next year!"(Even though im taller then him he's like 5'4 im 5'7) and we exchanged blows which was eerily similar to aboved mentioned Final Fantasy movie, I then disarmed him and then said, "I hold no ill will, nor is this a personal matter, but thanks for the workout non-the less." He simply bowed his head in shame, his girlfriend having pure spasms of RAGE, chiding him that he couldn't beat a video game playing ultimate geek face(highly immature for a 16 year old girl I know), but I couldn't here them over the applause I was getting from the other geeks and my fellow peers, my teacher ( a substitute) woke up from her nap and simply said "what did I miss?" we all (except for my nemesis and his GF) begun laughing uncontrollably for a few minutes. I deadpanned afterwords "Nothing at all ma'am, just having some fun, listening to music, drawing, epic one sided battles..." She shrugged and went back to sleep.

walrusman posted:

This one is always a classic, of course, but a key point sticks with me. If you unplug headphones from an iPod, does it automatically become a boombox, blasting a lovely metal soundtrack to your imaginary fight scene? I thought it just sat there.

walrusman posted:

This one is always a classic, of course, but a key point sticks with me. If you unplug headphones from an iPod, does it automatically become a boombox, blasting a lovely metal soundtrack to your imaginary fight scene? I thought it just sat there.

Fathis Munk posted:

Also I've not seen the lion king either

walrusman posted:

This one is always a classic, of course, but a key point sticks with me. If you unplug headphones from an iPod, does it automatically become a boombox, blasting a lovely metal soundtrack to your imaginary fight scene? I thought it just sat there.

SubjectVerbObject posted:

It's a compulsion. Bubble wrap story time.

In college I worked in the student employment office. I was the student assistant and did a lot of package receiving, since they got a lot of career oriented materials - magazines, flyers, videotapes. Yes this was a while ago. So I worked a lot with boxes and bubble wrap.

Part of the function of the student employment office was to host onsite interviews. Companies would come to the college to interview students, and the office would give advice to the students, and provide rooms and scheduling to the companies. Since this was during the Cold War, and my college had a big International Relations/PolySci presence, as well as a Russian language program, the CIA would do interviews.

When the CIA came, it was always weird, or at least different from normal interviews. They had one person who was their public face. None of the other interviewers would talk outside of the interviews. They would not sign in, or leave a card, or even smile. The guidance counselors would not allowed to get feedback on the interviews, and there was no real interaction except the with the on guy who could give his name.

The day of the interviews, it got weirder. There were protesters, and certain students had signed up for interviews not to try to get a job, but to confront the CIA employees on various CIA interventions in Latin America. Security was called to guard the office, and the police were involved.

I knew none of this when I showed up for my afternoon shift in jeans and a tie dye. I was immediately grabbed by security and there as a tense moment until the staff let them know I was just the work study guy. I was let in and went about my duties, not really thinking about the situation. And I still wasn't thinking about the situation at the end of the day when the staff and CIA interviewers were gathered around talking about the day and how interesting it had been. I was just unpacking boxes and there was bubble wrap and of course I had to pop some.

The interviewers went for cover. Not like hit the deck, but they found desks to crouch behind. Everyone was staring at me and I was staring at the bubble wrap in my hand. The office director saved me by saying, "that's SVO, he's our student," and I went in hid in the back room like the geek I was.

So yeah, it's a compulsion.

Turtlicious posted:

Postal Parcel posted:

Okay, first things first.
The person telling the story is doing homework in a lobby of a martial arts dojo while the sister is doing her (karate)class. Then after the comma, the positions switch and suddenly it's the sister doing homework and reading the Odyssey and now the storyteller is in the class, stretching. But then the questions are still directed towards the storyteller as if s/he was reading the book which would be an odd inference to make given that the sister is the one reading the book.

Now that we have that settled, why is the Karate Teacher a 14-year old in middle school?

walrusman posted:

This one is always a classic, of course, but a key point sticks with me. If you unplug headphones from an iPod, does it automatically become a boombox, blasting a lovely metal soundtrack to your imaginary fight scene? I thought it just sat there.

Vincent Van Goat posted:

goose fleet posted:

So how did the other tropers react? Did they believe him?