Put away book returns

Standing up from her desk, she grabbed the gray cart that was flush against the side of her desk and began to push up the center aisle that went from the main entrance to her desk. Once at the entrance, she produced a key ring clipped to the waistband of her skirt that held a massive amount keys. Flicking through them slow and steady she studied each one, some were sparkling new and others worn down so much you'd wonder how they would viable for opening the door they open. Once coming across the key that opens the after hours return bin, she unlocked the bin and lifted the heavy bin that without her active dance squad activities would be hard to lift. Placing the bin on the cart, she retrieved the empty bin on the bottom of her cart and put it in the drop off bin place before locking the return bins door and clipping the keys onto her waistband.

One thing that students seemed accountable on doing was book returns. A few stray from on time returns, but Saturdays always had a large quantity of returned books. Wheeling the cart with the bin full of returns, she passed by her desk and pick up the handheld to check the books back in. With not much struggle, despite having the handheld to validate their locations, she began returning the books where they belonged. Luckily for her, the experience of working here for long she knew how to instinctively to read the library coding system imprinted under the barcode. Up and down aisles she maneuvered scanning and putting books back where they belong. Occasionally she'd have to use the handheld because of some older books having wear and tear so the location wasn't clear to read. It was then something caught her attention.