I tried not to eye the clock on the wall too frequently. It would not do to get myself in a tither over something so paltry. Instead, I focussed on sorting the returns, checking for any dog-ears, defacing, and making note of any late fees I would have to charge for those errant pupils who'd kept my books out too long. Technically they weren't my
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“That is why I am here.” I said deciding to get to the point. “We have recently decided to do something about the pathetic nature of this library, maybe if you had more updated texts with big words and pictures more students would actually come here. So my job for you Rupert, and yes you might actually have to do some work, is to take an inventory of all the books you have here and defend why we should keep them, and well, you in turn. You do not need too, I am sure we could find some bored house wife who would gladly take your job and perhaps even do better at it.”
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"Take an inventory? In the middle of the first term, are you mad?" I exclaimed, setting down my teacup with indignation. Then I shrugged and snorted at him. "Well, clearly that goes without saying. Let me rephrase that again. Are you aware of how much time such an undertaking would take? The disruption to the students and to- Oh, I see. I'm being punished. You couldn't take it out on Buffy and so you are taking it out on me."
I stood up sharply and whipped my glasses off to glare at Snyder, coming around from behind the counter to stand in front of him, exerting my full height, to loom over him menacingly.
"Fine. I'll play your silly petty games, and do this task you've assigned me. If anyone should be questioning their fitness for their job though it shouldn't be me."
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