and I'm ready to leave already. The worst part of the Sunday shift has got to be the second half of it, from 4 to 8 p.m.. There isn't enough distraction in the world to fill that four-hour gap, so the best you can do is hope for a burst of business on the patrons' part, or perhaps an evening baseball game worth following over the web. Unfortunately for me, the Sox played at 1, and aside from a Arizona-San Diego matchup that I could care less about everyone else has finished up for the day as well. So there's not even that.
Oh, wait - a patron (actually a fellow Classicist) just came in with a suitcase full of books needing to be renewed. So now I get to kill time stamping and talking shop. Ah, Providence is kind!
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