Big Fat Nothing

There is a Big Fat Nothing to do at work today. Times like these really make me hate my job. I actually made up this really tedious project earlier today but then I ended up finishing it. Argh! Although this woman just came in with two boxes of donated books which means at the very least I have 20 minutes or so of checking to see how many of them we already have. I'm starting to believe that the sole purpose of my place of employment is to act as a receptacle for other people's unwanted books.

Does anyone want some assorted queer-themed books? We have a number of HIGH QUALITY titles, and many duplicates. We have at least three copies each of Gay Dads and Lesbian Nuns: Breaking the Silence. How can you go wrong, really?

I really wish my job utilized a couple of brain cells on most days. I can't even come up with enough Fake Jobs for myself to do. Bleh.