The people in the library are starting to get to know me. They walk past
and make comments like 'Ooh, you're working hard there' and ‘Don’t work too
hard!’ (I suppose I did write four essays...). It's a shame though, I was
starting to enjoy the anonymity of the place -- note to self: there's no
anonymity in a small town.
It's fair enough though; I recognise almost all the employees after just four days. There's the Muse fan, the slightly haughty woman who's daughter seems to phone her up for absolutely everything, and the brown haired lady, who seems friendly.