Things I did not know enough to expect:
- People really do believe that power – even the limited and largely inconsequential power of a library director – corrupts, and appear to be waiting to see my Jekyll mask fall away, revealing the power-mad Hyde beneath.
- I don’t get my own mail anymore, and it’s for the best that the Secretary handles it, because I wouldn’t know what to do with half of it, anyway. My sense of independence and self-reliance took a blow on that one. Small, but meaningful.
- I know the phone number of several members of the Physical Plant staff by heart.
- I can’t determine whether people copy me on emails because they think Jenica would be interested, or because they want the Director to be aware.
- If I fail to smile when I walk into/through/across the library, someone’s likely to take it personally, regardless of my own reasons for whatever stormcloud of distraction or frustration might be over my head.
- My calendar now has things magically appear on it, because the Secretary schedules me for things. I have to actually pay attention to it, because I can’t possibly keep it in my head like I used to, since Angie’s changing it when needed.
- There is no such thing as a “free morning in my office”, because inevitably something comes up.
- I really need a Director of Libraries nametag for off-campus meetings, because apparently, even in my shiny new I’m The Authority Figure Now wardrobe, I just don’t look old enough.
There will be more. I have no doubt. (I would include “caller ID on my phone is brilliant”, except, well, I was anticipating that one, so it doesn’t fit this list…)