I went to the library this afternoon to check out a new book to read on the way to Alex's winter guard competition tomorrow. I'm very systematic about how I check books out - one at a time, one each of print and e. I determine what the title is I want in advance, check online to see if it's available, and if necessary, get it sent to my town's library from wherever it might be in the county. The book I wanted today happened to be available in my library, so I didn't put a hold on it. I went in to check it out.
Except it wasn't where I thought it should be. It's a sci-fi anthology, and it wasn't in the sci-fi section under the editor's name. They didn't have a section at the end just for anthologies, either. I checked general fiction to be sure it wasn't there, then decided to ask for help. Since it has 22 contributing authors, it would take me too much time to check on all of them.
The young girl looked it up by the title and said, "Yep, it's here. In sci-fi."
"Under what?" I asked. "I looked under the editor's name and didn't see it."
"It's in M. Under Mad."
That made me pause. See, the title of the book is "The Mad Scientist's Guide to World Domination." And my library has it alphabetized under the title. Not any of the authors. Not the editor, whose name is printed in huge letters on both the spine and the cover. The title. Which I realized then is totally a librarian thing. It's actually not uncommon to do things like that, but since I so rarely check out anthologies, I hadn't known that before.
I'm glad I didn't get the job at the library. Things like this would've driven me crazy. And it makes me laugh a little to think that yes, I'm even more anal than our library is.