Unfortunately the narcissistically inured, absolutely
incompetent, schemingly workshy, barbarously
unhelpful and the all pervasive and intensely
ingrained culture which characteristically
comprises the habitual and purposely
disobliging world of the jobswoth
convention so very prevalent in
any more entrenched it’s
very hard to believe
than it currently is.
And so it’s with a deep sense of relief for me to
essentially come across someone who isn’t
any of these utterly perverse and odious
things and moreover is an exceedingly
caring, exceedingly efficient, totally
professional with an absolute and
appreciable understanding of the moral
values of the traditional work ethic; a
helpful employee who clearly loves
and thoroughly enjoys doing his
work from which he evidently
acquires much satisfaction and what
is more is himself the exemplary
embodiment of a marvellous
chap and quintessentially
a most laudable and
© Stanley V. Collymore
11 September 2016.
Knowledge is a provable and durable means of personal empowerment and the more empowered one is as an individual the more confident they’ll feel within themselves to act assuredly about the things that truly, positively and rewardingly matter and also mean a great deal to them. In the same way as they’ll be more inclined to respond constructively in their everyday dealings with other people who they would have undoubtedly derived a more favourable understanding of individually and collectively and as such and by virtue of having acquired a more broadminded and affirmative approach to life generally and one’s self in particular make a more valuable contribution to this world that we’re all a part of.
And libraries even in the 21st Century era of mass electronic communications have a vital role still to play in this positive and enlightening transformation of one’s self. What libraries mustn’t do however and as is now so frequently the case in England are to allow themselves to become populist, cut-price and wholly uninformative and even untutored kindergarten club venues; repositories for noisy, workshy layabouts and just as discernibly commonplace it seems similarly disruptive meeting places for lonely old aged pensioners who’ve been callously dumped onto the scrapheap of society by uncaring, self-absorbed relatives.
More often than not sons and daughters too disinterested in them to bother themselves about their elderly folk and who in turn because of their intense loneliness use their local libraries as a daytime meeting place to get solace or some sort, a much needed personal recognition or even self-worth. And all of this ineptly supervised by obtuse jobsworth and poor excuses for librarians who haven’t the foggiest idea – and quite frankly don’t care – what libraries are historically for and sensibly meant to do; since for them it’s all about having a job and nothing more.