Hacking into my Hyper-linked Heart

Chapter 10- Job Hunting

Chapter 10- Job Hunting

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I was currently sorting the books out in their numeric code so I could put them back on the shelves. I must say for a really quiet library, I tend to receive a huge amount of books to sort out. While I currently worked on my task, I couldn't help but think about Chris. Don't ask; it has been happening since I figured out that I may have some feelings towards him, a crush to be precise. Yes me, Myra Dawn has a crush on Chris Chezny. I haven't messaged him since our little chat last week, and I believe he should be the first to message me. I don't want to seem very clingy, now do I?

“Myra, are you done with those books?” I looked up from to see Mary standing in front of me with her hands on her hips as she looked down at me with her crow-like eyes.

“Yes. I’ve just got two books left.” I chuckled uneasily as I held the books up.

“I have given this task to you like an hour ago and you still haven't got it finished?” She asked, anger filling her body. She waved her hands around herself as she mumbled loud enough for me to hear. “You’re just useless, what am I going to do with you?” She then walked away from me.

As soon as I saw her disappear in her office, all I could do was sigh in relief. This is all Chris fault, if he could just stay away from my mind for at least good 15 minutes maybe I could get some work done rather me sitting here day dreaming about someone who may not even feel the same way about me. I put all the books on the squeaky, rusty wooden trolley and wheeled it to the certain shelves as I started to put the books back to its right place. As I finished placing the books back, I went back to the store room and took out the list given to me this morning with titles and authors of new delivered books. I took the bulk to the desk and ripped off the plastic case and pulled out the new books as I arranged them in their order and placed bar codes inside the covers. Once done I had to colour code them depending on their genre. I looked at the clock on the wall across my desk, I had at least half an hour left until I finished the shift for the day. I picked up the books and placed them on the old rusty wooden wheeled trolley and wheeled the books to the shelves where I needed to place them. As soon as I finished I glanced at my tasks for the day and to my surprise I did everything I needed to do for today. I was shocked to see that I had actually completed all the tasks because most of my time was consumed by daydreaming about Chris.

I went to my desk and cleared everything away and walked up to my locker and took out my coat and bag. I wanted to get away from Mary and this boring library as soon as I can but I needed to inform her.  I walked over to Mary's office and knocked on her door, I heard a muffled response.

 “Are you done for the day?”  She asked me without looking up at me. Her short chubby fingers were typing away on the keyboard in front of her.

I never liked her from the very first day I started here, I had hunch she felt the same with me. My assumption was correct as soon as she spoke to me with venom and her constant negative comments. Even if I did a great job I never got rewarded with my effort instead it was always a comment which made me cringe. I tried to ignore all this and try to keep a positive attitude thinking at least I had a job and an income coming in. However, that positive attitude is nowhere to be seen. I could easily give up this awful job and Sally wouldn’t mind me not contributing in the financial prospect but I would feel awful. I can’t let Sally down or myself by giving up. Looking at her scowl on her penguin like face makes me want to slap her across her face and let my hatred for her show through the impact of the pain.