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It was another slow Saturday, and Dustin was bored.
Even at a university with emphasis on research, many of the student body were content to screen information in their dorms from the campus computer network, rather than physically search for media. About the only people he saw regularly from the university were the compulsive study-ers - who immediately brushed past to the private cubicles - or delivery staff bringing boxes of transfers from the offshoot campus libraries.
It was on one of these boxes that Dustin was working on now, the mind-numbing task of waving a supermarket scanner over each book and entering it into the computer. He needed this job in the beginning..graduate work for professors was not a very lucrative venture. It was an easy enough job, with a rather relaxed dress code - he showed up often enough in jeans and a tee shirt, like today. Now the handsome, brown-haired guy was beginning to regret the enthusiasm he had shown for a truly boring experience.
Sighing softly, he looked over at the only other person behind the service desk with him. As always, when he looked at her, he couldn't help his eyebrows drawing down in an incredulous, considering frown...
Doesn't she ever cut loose? he wondered, as he always did.
Even at a university with emphasis on research, many of the student body were content to screen information in their dorms from the campus computer network, rather than physically search for media. About the only people he saw regularly from the university were the compulsive study-ers - who immediately brushed past to the private cubicles - or delivery staff bringing boxes of transfers from the offshoot campus libraries.
It was on one of these boxes that Dustin was working on now, the mind-numbing task of waving a supermarket scanner over each book and entering it into the computer. He needed this job in the beginning..graduate work for professors was not a very lucrative venture. It was an easy enough job, with a rather relaxed dress code - he showed up often enough in jeans and a tee shirt, like today. Now the handsome, brown-haired guy was beginning to regret the enthusiasm he had shown for a truly boring experience.
Sighing softly, he looked over at the only other person behind the service desk with him. As always, when he looked at her, he couldn't help his eyebrows drawing down in an incredulous, considering frown...
Doesn't she ever cut loose? he wondered, as he always did.