Firstly, I’ll apologise to regular readers (which I think I may
be gaining! Wow!) for falling so far behind in these posts. That’s the problem
with having a job as well – it distracts you from the important stuff in life,
like writing (these blog posts, my diary and my stories for me)…
Anyway, my current role is Community Outreach Librarian. I
work for the NHS, and I’m employed basically to provide information and library
services to healthcare professionals and medical students who work in community
settings (eg GPs and other practice staff, physiotherapists, podiatrists and
nurses, to name just a few).
To get there, I went a quite roundabout route. I did an
undergrad degree in Biological Sciences, then floundered for several years
because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I spent several years
in retail, building up my customer service experience whilst simultaneously trying
to keep my soul from being destroyed by the mind-numbingness of it and the
managers whose sole purpose was apparently to reduce morale at all costs.
Having worked as a shelver in my university library for many
years (I was asked to continue even after my degree had finished, which I
eagerly accepted because I loved the work and the pay was good), I realised I
had a passion for libraries, and after consulting with my mum, a (now retired)
library manager, I decided to try for a library career, starting with gaining
the basic ECDL in my own time.
And here is where the stuff in the title finally starts: I
became a Graduate Library Assistant for the University of Liverpool
at the age of 27, where my experience of libraries (as a shelver) and my
customer service experience (one of the few good things retail work did for me)
were essential. I loved this job, and after a year I applied to MMU for the MA
in Library and Information management and was given an unconditional offer, to
my delight. I also emailed my old contact at MMU, and she very graciously gave
me an interview for a library assistant/shelver role, which I passed with flyer
colours. Where the hell does that phrase come from? Oh well…
Now that I’ve passed my MA and have a decent job, I’m thinking
about becoming chartered. One of my managers is pressing for me to do so as
well, and I think it would be good for my career, but I’m worried because my MA
dissertation was such a major stress that I don’t want a repeat. I get the
feeling my wife might leave me if I had another stress like that…
One thing I have noticed about library qualifications and
working in libraries is that while the qualification counts for more in terms
of career progression, it’s the experience you get from working that’s actually
more important in my opinion. Not least because I haven’t used half the stuff I
learnt on my MA. However, I know that the piece of paper is needed, if only to
prove you have the determination to see things through, and this is what I’m
hoping to use when I finally start my chartership.
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