ASSOCIATES (2008, November, v. 15, no. 2)


Counting the Days!

massey.gifTinker Massey
Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University

Day 1: Cleve hummed as he worked. There was an email message asking for me to be delivered to a strange location in Florida. Wow! I get to fly and travel and have a new home! This must be a dream…no…Cleve picked me up, wrapped me in warm covers and put me in a lovely brown box. Whoops. I’m sliding! Cleve put in a little more bubbles all around me. It was like seeing through mirages. Weird. He walked me to the mail bins and tossed me in. Umph!

Day 2: Picked up by the mailman, taken to the main office, stamped several times and tossed again into another bin with other packages. Wonder where they’re going? I wasn’t able to see the addresses. The carts were a little wobbly, but we made it to the rear of the building and got loaded on a truck. I thought we would be delivered by this same truck, but we were taken to the air terminal where we were loaded on a plane. The pressure was a little much, but we stood it – not like humans that have to ride in pressurized cabins. It was only a matter of hours in the air before we were landing on another strip somewhere, and transported by a different truck to another distribution center. Seemed like we kept getting mixed up, but there were sure hands that were enjoying the work of separating us into bins to be picked up and delivered to another center.

Day 3: We did get some rest, as the mail waited for some specific trucks to arrive. We were reloaded into their shelves and bounced down the road into oncoming traffic. Once again we arrived at an office where we were shifted into different piles and matched up to materials going to the same places. We were loaded into cute little motorized carts called “Gators” and jogged down the dusty roads, running on sidewalks and grass until we reached a large building near another airstrip. I thought we were going to another airport, but it was actually a school that had a number of airplanes and used the same airport runways as the city. This was really a strange place. I was taken into the building with about six other boxes and placed on a table. I could hear the man ask for a signature that I had arrived and then he left. Soon, there were several people surrounding me and wondering what was inside. They would guess all kinds of things and then I felt a slit up my back. Several other slices succeeded in opening the fine box. Warm hands lifted me up and unwrapped my binders. They were in awe of how pretty my jacket was and how much they felt people would like me. I was matched with my invoice and sent to the acquisitions person. Wow, what a procedure awaited me where I was checked for spelling errors, completeness, approved for payment and sent to the catalogers to be placed on their shelves. I had no idea how important I was to become. I was now a member of the collection and sported a call number and ownership label that would forever identify me as a valued piece of knowledge in a very special collection of aeronautical and aerospace materials. I was home!

Tinker Massey is the Serials Librarian, Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, Daytona Beach, Florida. Tinker has been contributing to Associates since the first issue in July 1994.