Responsibilities include. . .

I've been updating my resume, just in case things at work really fall apart by November. If they do, then I will be looking for new employment. There is supposed to be a citizen's vote in my community on the November ballot, authorizing a bond for my library to expand. Unfortunately the mayor, who appeared supportive of the project, is trying to block it even getting on the ballot. His idea is to renovate our existing building (which is really 2 buildings, the original historic 1896 building and a hideous box addition put on in 1979) and then move my department to a totally different place. This means children's services will be in one location, and adult services in another. We live in a Wal-Mart world, though. People want convenience, and everything in one spot. They don't want to have to drive 2 separate places. We'd need more staff, a way to transport materials, and we'd lose that neighborhood feeling. We'd also alienate adults who are mentally and physically challenged who use our department in conjunction to the other department.
I have shared my concept of the cooking store with my boss, who loved it. She may be looking for a job too.

For me it all boils down to the fact that the few who have power and money control situations for the many who do not. It's unfair. It sucks.

When I look at my resume it's like some TV flashback with the soundtrack of Green Day's "Good Riddance." Kind of like the series finale of Laverne and Shirley, but less dramatic. I've been at my current job for just over 5 years, which is almost more than the past jobs combined. I like that I have some work experience in England. It makes it look far more impressive than it really was. I can honestly say that public libraries are the same worldwide, especially in London and here. All this examining and remembering once again reminds me, "Hey, I am an adult!"

I know my talk of changing jobs scares L. I have a good retirement package, better health insurance and make a good wage for the state of Maine. I wouldn't burn my bridges leaving this job, but I definitely would choose another position carefully. I wouldn't want to move, which means I would be prepared to commute. I have responsibilities now. I pay for one of our mortgages, along with my student loans and other stuff. In my last marriage I wasn't allowed to, because that would have implied ownership. I take this as a privilege. Even though it's the smaller mortgage is a piece of the partnership.