The FGL has a confession to make. Yes, I’m sorry to have been gone so long, etc., but the downside of telling stories that are true in this blog is that when nothing happens, there is nothing to write about.
So I got to thinking; why is there nothing to write about? This month hasn’t been any different than any other month….at least at the library. But I am different. The FGL is having family problems, and I have been pretty self-focused. Which means I am not focusing on the patrons.
I just now realized this. Slow Guy came to the desk on Saaturday. He’s young and kind of scruffy-looking, and…..slow. “Somebody told me the library had job listings, but I can’t find them,” he said.
“Do you mean on the internet?” I asked.
“No, on a wall somewhere.”
I walked him over to the bulletin board and showed him community postings. “But where are the jobs at the library?” He sounded bewildered.
Oh. Sure enough, ours weren’t posted there. Probably being updated. “Here, I can print them off for you – come back to the desk.” He pulled a listing off of the board and brought it with him.
I printed the two openings we currently have on the internet and handed them to him. He handed me the listing he had pulled and said, “Could you print this one for me, too?”
I pointed him to the copy machine and he nodded and went. Some time later he came back, sort of frantic, in a slow kind of way.
“Those papers you gave me – have you seen them?”
I looked on the desk and at the shelves around me. “No, I haven’t. What happened?”
“I had them in my hand and now I can’t find them.”
I suggested the copy machine, the book shelf where he had requested a book from Powerful Presence. She told him to look in the bathroom.
He looked confused. “But I haven’t been in the bathroom,” he said, and obediently went off to check there, anyway.
When he came back, he said, “That job at the zoo! That was my job! Do you have another copy?”
“I’m sorry – you had the only posting letter we get.”
Here’s the confession part: At this point, instead of thinking, “This is really important to him – I should just go look around the library with him and see if I can find it,” I was really thinking: “This is not my job, to keep track of things that people lose. The zoo job might be his job, but it might NOT be, too. I’m sorry the posting is lost, but people can look in the paper or online and find it.”
He went away from the desk with a puzzled look on his face, not sure what to do next. And it didn’t make me sad then – I was just relieved.
I’m sad now, thinking back on it. Who knows how important it was? Maybe it was his job. Maybe he can’t afford the paper or is unaware of job postings online. I didn’t show him how to get to them, like I could have.
I confess – I dropped the ball. I didn’t see it from his point of view, I didn’t give him the extra five seconds that I am everlastingly preaching about. I missed my chance.
But it helped me to see why I don’t have anything to write about. The opportunities are probably there, happening to me every day. I think I have not been seeing them.
Thanks to Slow Guy, at least now my eyes are open.