In essence, they thrived on making things as difficult as possible for the rest of us, all in the name of efficiency. All it took was one jackass going to a convention, and for two months, they’d try to instill changes that would inevitably fail at everything beyond pissing off everyone in circulation. I clocked in and put my things away, sighing with happy anticipation of the circulation room, where I’d find stacks of books all ready to find their way back to their home. I grabbed a cart from the row of empties and wheeled over to fiction. Mysteries were always fun first thing while I still had energy. I could clear a cart of mystery novels in fifteen minutes flat, even with the bottom shelf of the cart full. Notoriously, the lazy pages would leave the bottom shelf empty, as it was cum

