Some days
Some days I wonder why in hell I do what I do. Such days usually feature supercilious faculty, dubious librarians, or (worst of all) both at once. These days, when I have one of those days, I walk back to my office grumbling and hammer away at another para or two of the Roach Motel article.
(Said article currently consists of four single-spaced pages of notes and half- to fully-composed paragraphs. Oh, and a lengthening del.icio.us tagset.)
Then there are days like today, when I meet a librarian who immediately has half a dozen ideas for materials I ought to capture, volunteers (VOL. UN. TEERS.) to create a listing of faculty in her discipline who already have preprints on their websites, and suggests marketing materials she would find useful.
I must say, I’m much happier working on marketing materials that have actual use in their future than I am writing a critical re-evaluation of the institutional repository.