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I had a somewhat small, random, experience last weekend.
I work for an elderly couple with random odds and ends, and this particular day, I was needed to organise a massive book collection by genre and put them in boxes. I had two tables set up - one for books that needed to be organised, and the other was my working table. I would stack small stacks of books at a time, alphabetize them so it makes looking through the list easier. I'm going through one stack, I took some books to a box I had set up on the other side of the garage. I come back, there's a book I've never seen before laying on top of the small stack I had just gone through. I never saw the book before, and it certainly wasn't alphabetized. I know I didn't miss it because there were maybe 7 books, and I had taken more than half to put in the box. It was strange! I didn't feel uncomfortable, and I kept working for another 3 hours. I realised afterward, that these books I was organising belonged to the wife's late sister, so maybe she was helping me out.
I work for an elderly couple with random odds and ends, and this particular day, I was needed to organise a massive book collection by genre and put them in boxes. I had two tables set up - one for books that needed to be organised, and the other was my working table. I would stack small stacks of books at a time, alphabetize them so it makes looking through the list easier. I'm going through one stack, I took some books to a box I had set up on the other side of the garage. I come back, there's a book I've never seen before laying on top of the small stack I had just gone through. I never saw the book before, and it certainly wasn't alphabetized. I know I didn't miss it because there were maybe 7 books, and I had taken more than half to put in the box. It was strange! I didn't feel uncomfortable, and I kept working for another 3 hours. I realised afterward, that these books I was organising belonged to the wife's late sister, so maybe she was helping me out.