The smile was petrified in my mouth, I hurt the facial muscles, is no longer a smile, a grin is frightening. Will I have said 300 times "thanks and at least 200" good evening ", I thought at least three times to commit suicide and two to make me explode inside the library. I talked to a lady who then walked away, I said "excuse " and " very kind," I changed the cover of a book with perfect (and when I say perfect I mean perfect) because according to the customer was ruined, I could not convince another customer who was buying the book cover that was not stained but it was done so. I ordered books for parents of college students do binge too busy with his friends to come and buy their own books, and because the parents did not have the faintest idea what they were asking me books, half of them will return Monday to get change the reservation.
I found a bit 'of understanding in the eyes of a sad puppy dog \u200b\u200bwearing a shirt (his look said: "Look at me I have to endure ") and smile half-heartedly to the beat of a client who has suffered because I have not laughed hoarsely showing everyone how it was nice. I heard a girl say that the red book of Jung, in original, was written in Sanskrit, tea drunk three and four coffee, my best friend phoned to tell him that do not go out tonight.
I close my home away from people.
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