The next night I went to work with an
attitude. For the first time in my entire life I actually had plans
for a Friday night that didn’t involve pleasuring myself, and I had
to cancel. Who studied on the weekend? A handful of people lingered
at the computers or in the reference section, but most of the upper
floors were empty and the farther I went with my cart of returns,
the less people I saw. On the fifth floor the stacks were empty.
I shouldn’t be here, I thought, angry that I hadn’t asked
anyone to switch shifts with me. I should be with Adam right now
but no, I’m here in the library with all the other dateless geeks.
Look around you, Johnny. How many other losers here do you
see?
I decided then that I hated my job. Next
semester, during the first week of classes when the
