Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Unnecessarily Catalogued Fulltext Open Access Diary of an (Acting) Librarian Chapter 9

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There is nothing called Polite Politics
Day: Pre-judgment Day
Weather: Smoke? Haze? Or Fog?

The audience with Angela, Tim and Michelle continued to bug me for the rest of the week. I know I need to do something but with Eva Cologne breathing down your neck like an Alien Queen, it is difficult to think of a strategy. In fact she has been really testing Claire and my patience lately with all her ridiculous behaviours to teach us about her importance. At first we tried to be polite but then she didn’t seem to appreciate it so we started putting our annoyance more and more on our face. There were several times when I was leaving work, she came around and tried to get me to do last minutes stuff for her. If she was Claire, that would not be an issue, but Eva had never earned any friendship credit from me, so every time I just turned her down point blank. Today sick of being “disrespected”, she scoffed and said. “What kind of work attitude is that? Aaaaaiii never refuse work from maaaaaaaiii boss”. I shot a stare of death to her and replied, “Firstly you are not my boss, and secondly maybe that’s why you never finished any, cos you piled up too much overestimating your ability.” Claire by now is used to my honest attitude towards Eva, but still she couldn’t stop laughing when she heard that. Eva frowned and walked out, “Your generation is hopeless. What did Aaaaii do to deserve working with people like you two?” I looked over to Claire and said. “Probably because she did nothing, that’s why we are here”. Claire laughed so hard that tears were squirting out of her eyes. I felt good and left.

On my way home a thought struck me. If you want bring issues into the open, who do you call? Renaldo Bolingra!

My dad, Renaldo Bolingra is a renowned current affairs anchorman in Australia. He’s been around the block and around the clock. Any issues involving national politics, social politics, media politics, office politics, family politics and relationship politics, you can give his team a call and sure he will be there. His no bullshit and sometimes lack of neutrality attitude in his reporting is loved by the audience and had earned him a few accolades throughout his career. So I decided to enlist my dad’s help.

Turn out my dad was more excited than I am. He said the media has been hearing things about the school for a while but it seems that there was a united front blocking their way. It will be good to have someone from inside to break the defense and of course he will be delighted to be the person to bring justice and peace back to the school again (yeah right).

I sort of drop that hint to Angela during my next visit to the school and the timing couldn’t be better. Lillian Succubus had just sacked the school archivist claiming there was no funding for the position but then the next day advertised the same position on the same pay scale. The archivist was furious and vowed to sue the school (specifically Lillian) and let the whole world know what’s been happening. I gave dad a casual call and the next thing I knew was an interview was arranged with the archivist Samantha Purr.

However, as soon as someone leaked to Lillian that a potentially damaging interview was conducted with Samantha, she called the station trying to kill the story and said that she reserves the right to litigation against the program. But of course as experienced as dad and his team are, they already got clearance from the channel’s legal team and basically told her to piss off. Knowing that she couldn’t kill the story she then insisted to be interviewed too to provide “a balanced view” to the whole situation.

When dad told me that he accepted the offer to interview her, I was furious. However, as professional as dad is, my anger is nothing compared to potential ratings that the coverage could rake in. I knew that it couldn’t be stopped. I started it and it had gone out of my hands.

Dad showed me Succubus’ part of the interview tonight. It will still be another few days before it goes on air so it was an unedited clip. Succubus was in her usual “Shiny Hazel Collapsed Mushroom Look” completed with a “Bride of Chucky” smile. Basically she was saying that she was employed to bring the school into the future and by doing so of course some older staff who are resistant to change are not happy, but this is just a phase. When being asked about all the things I told dad and all the things Samantha said, she just brushed it off as someone tried to taint the name of the school and all she tried to do was to save cost while providing a better environment. Dad asked her if the school was trying to save cost why was a) the archivist position was re-advertised on the same pay scale, b) the school is giving a new opera teaching position at a much higher pay scale than all current teaching staff while the school doesn’t even have an opera singing program, c) there is an explosion in the number of administrative staff directly under her. Succubus didn’t really answered those questions but just kept on saying she is moving the school forward and that’s what she was employed for blah blah and a bad bra.

My anger was at boiling point. I said, “She’s a liar! She’s a bitch! Don’t believe her!” Dad gently puts his hands on my shoulders and said, “I know. I can tell from the interview already. Don’t worry son. I’ll make sure she looks like a mega bitch when it goes on air”.

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