“What the hell, Jim? Why aren’t those books re-shelved?” says Connor.
I don’t like when people curse at me, thinks Jim. I will not be able to respond to him. It’s not possible at this point.
“Jim! Don’t freakin’ act like you can’t hear me, dude. Listen, I don’t know what you are doing with those books, but they better be in the system and on the shelf before I get back from my break!”
I can’t explain to anybody here what I do. They won’t understand. People are very sensitive about their smells. It’s very personal, but this is my life. This is all I have. Well, smells and Mother. I have Mother. Dear Mother.
Books, books, books. How can anyone expect to smell anything else around this facility.
He glances at his watch.
23 minutes. 23 minutes till break.
Jim will be spending his fifteen minute break next door at the post office. Sniffing.
“Dude. You want your precious time at the post office? I need books on the shelves first.”