I had a fabulous time on my vacation, and I don’t regret going for a minute. But returning to work today was really depressing.
Before I left, I specifically asked my civilian staff to take care of a couple things – interlibrary loan and tracking/responding to kites – while I was away. They did neither. I have no idea how many kites came in, so my stats will be off for the month. There were 27 ILL books in a heap on the counter, waiting to be processed. ILLs that were due were returned, but the paperwork wasn’t processed. And I haven’t yet counted how many requests went unanswered.
For the last couple weeks, Miss L has been complaining to my boss and to human resources that I don’t let her see the kites that we get. Never mind that she picks up the mail everyday and can read every damn kite that comes in; oh no, I’m hiding them from her. I do require that they all get turned in to me so that I can keep track of how many requests the library responds to every month, but she can look at them any time she wants to. And then when I tell her that I want her to process them while I’m gone, she doesn’t do it! Argh!
But the worst part is that common sense didn’t prevail, after all. Silly me for thinking that it might. I had an email from the security major saying that after carefully considering (yeah, right) my proposal, he and the Warden decided that the libraries are not to accept donations from inmates.
I love my job, but the organizational culture in which I perform it is appalling.
I am officially looking for a new job.