Downstairs waited another half dozen more
carts like the one I dragged around behind me. I could almost
believe no one else on any of the other shifts even bothered with
the returns. Fuck it.With no one to watch over me, I began
sticking books onto the shelves haphazardly, wherever they fit. Who
cared if their Dewey Decimal numbers lined up in sequence or not?
Any student looking for a particular book would find it no matter
where I put it on the shelf. As long as it was somewhere near where
it was supposed to be, right? I mean, who really gave a shit?
With my new system, the cart emptied much
quicker than before and by quarter after eight, I was in the
elevator again, heading down for the next batch of books. I wanted
to get through all the carts before I left at midnight—a job well
done on first glance, but the books would be scattered around the
library, filed on the wrong shelves, the wrong stacks, the wrong