I hate my job. I really, really loathe my job. Well, right now I do.
"They can't just have disappeared!" my assistant protested.
How many times did I have to explain this to the kid?
"Yes, they can. It's the Invisible Book of Invisibility, remember?" I said, clearly enunciating each word.
A sudden insight dawned on his face.
"Ohhh…mate…so we can't find them, can we?"
"As I have told you repeatedly for the last hour, Eric, we can't."
The bell tinkled again as a harried looking parent rushed in, asking for the Monster Book of Monsters.
"Over there," I sighed, jerking my thumb towards the display.
The parent halted in front of the cage, looking aghast.
I sighed once more and slid on the tattered leather glove. Time to wrestle a book.
"Watch out!"
A book leaped up out of nowhere and attached itself to my bare arm. I grimaced in pain, and looked up, eyes streaming. The parent was nowhere to be seen.
I hate my job. I really, really, loathe my job.