Your commute to wasn’t bad at all, it was literally just a 15 minute walk, practically in a straight line, from your apartment to the library, so you always got there right on time. As you walked in, you saw your boss, an older woman, sitting at the front desk. Her name was Winifred, but preferred to be called Winnie.
“Oh, good afternoon.” she said softly.
“Afternoon.” You smiled, waved, and made your way around the front desk, setting your backpack down against the wall beside the shelving unit where the books on hold were kept. Besides you and your boss, you only had two other co-workers, a part time high school student, and a middle aged monster, so, your boss didn’t see the need for an actual machine that punched in hours, so, there was just a paper on top of the bookshelf where you wrote your name and the time you came in. You did just that, writing ‘2 p.m.’ and walked over to Winnie as she remained sitting at the desk.