Bookkeeper's bosses consider Bookkeeper an excellent boss as far as we know, our bosses have never asked us what we think of Bookkeeper, though to be fair our bosses have never asked any non-professional librarian what non-professional librarian thinks about the non-professional librarians' professional librarian boss (or anything else for that matter). Our department gets praised to our boss and our boss' bosses by faculty all the time, faculty tell us, we only hear it from faculty directly, never from our bosses. All twelve bottles of French wine I was gifted by a group of faculty two weeks ago as thanks for services rendered distributed to all my colleagues, as was the email of thanks sent to me, Bookkeeper, and Bookkeeper's bosses (I saw the CCs) all of whom as yet, after two weeks, yet to say anything to me and my colleagues. I did forget to turn on the lights over the reference desk for the first time in four years this past Wednesday and got email from Bookkeeper asking me why I could not perform this simple act of responsibility and do I *want* to be written up for insubordination?
Bookkeeper quitting should give me more joy, and I don't mean to diminish my relief than starting May I need never interact with Bookkeeper again, but no joy at Bookkeeper's departure, the structure and culture of Bookkeeper's bosses remains (think professional Democrats and their West Wing zealot wannabes), and already Bookkeeper's bosses have made interim manager until Bookkeeper's replacement hired (in approx eighteen months, no shit, that's the timetable) precisely the person every single one of my colleagues expressed both revulsion at the prospect of and complete confidence would be named. This, of course, micro-fine metaphors abounding, typed while fully aware few of you get the obscure Kids in the Hall allusion (and without me providing a youtube to the skit), and typed not only while dark and sideways over macro-fine metaphors abounding but angry because it's motherfucking snowing outside and the Catoctin hike Lynn and I had planned today canceled. Along with the twelve bottles of wine I got cakes and pastries from a famous bakery in Arlington, I don't drink wine, I don't like sweets, finally a fine metaphor abounding that makes me laugh happily instead of angry wryly. Angwryly
And joy? Joy is another brilliant new Destroyer song, first listen, smitten.