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Oh, and the awkwardness—guys stammerin’, “Uh, what’s the menu?” Like they’re orderin’ at Denny’s! Cracks me up every time. “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m better!”—nah, bro, they’re suin’ ‘cause ya got caught with yer pants down! Sarcasm aside, it’s a grind—girls workin’ nights, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m over here typin’ manuals, feelin’ useless.

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Finally, I get to the library, and it’s packed. I’m talking full-on chaos. Kids everywhere, parents trying to shush them, and I’m just standing there like, “What do I do?” I love my job, but some days, it’s like herding cats. And don’t even get me started on the noise. I mean, it’s a library, not a concert hall, right?

Masta Ace and Marco Polo – “A Breukelen Story”