I had a volunteer shift at the public library on Saturday. It was a rather quiet and boring day so when librarian “Mike” came by and said that he had forgotten my name I thought maybe he was going to stop to chat for a minute. I should have known better because last time librarian Mike spoke to me it was to scold me for answering a reference question and I wasn’t even answering a reference question! But that didn’t matter, “volunteers are not to answer reference questions” is all he could say over and over as I stood at the catalog computer explaining to a patron–who had asked me–that the “in transit” location listing on the book he had wanted to check out meant that someone else had already requested it and it wasn’t available. If librarian Mike weren’t busy chanting behind my back, he also would have heard me tell the patron that the librarian at the information desk could help him find another copy of the book. I’m sure I really made librarian Mike mad by ignoring him completely the entire time.

So why then did I think when librarian Mike approached me on Saturday that he was going to be nice and chat? Maybe it was because all I was doing was sitting at the welcome desk, smiling and saying good morning to people as they came into the library. There was absolutely nothing he could chant at me about.

After the exchange of “sorry I forgot your name” pleasantries, librarian Mike got down to the business of why he came over. It wasn’t to chat. “Don’t you have a name badge or something?” he asked. No, no name badges, I said. We’ve just got these, and I jiggled the lanyard around my neck that had a big button pin attached at the bottom that said “volunteer” on it. They used to be bigger badges I explained but with the library merger they took away our big badges and gave us these pins. ‘I see,” said librarian Mike as I continued to smile at him not yet realizing where this conversation was going. “Well,” he said, “would you please pin that to your shirt?” Huh? “It’s hard to see and we want patrons to know you are a volunteer,” he continued, “we don’t want them to think you are a librarian.” Uh, sure, I said.

I looked at the pin. I looked at my shirt. I imagined the hole the pin would put in my shirt. I thought, he’s not my supervisor and I don’t work here. I’m not going to ruin my shirt for this jerk. I kept smiling away at librarian Mike and made like I was taking the pin off the lanyard and going to put it on my shirt in order to get him to go away. He walked off to the reference desk on the other side of the library. I left the pin on the lanyard hanging around my neck and wondered if I was the only volunteer he picked on or if he was an equal opportunity bully. Good thing there was only half an hour left of my shift because I spent it grumpy, feeling insulted and belittled and stewing over librarian Mike.

Thing is, I never pretend I am a librarian. I make it a point to tell patrons I am a volunteer when they ask me things I am not supposed to help them with, like reference questions, because I don’t want them to think I am lazy and don’t want to help them. Librarian Mike doesn’t know I am in library school but maybe he senses it; senses that I am comfortable and confident and that someday I am going to be an awesome librarian, the kind of librarian he can only dream of being. I will also be nice to volunteers.

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