The Cushiest Job Ever

He had done this job since Noah was a boy and consequently knew where each and every item was in the building. He knew more about the stuff than any other living being on earth. He was the avatar of the supply room - an oracle and sage of the mundane. He was deemed to be all but irreplaceable. Furthermore, his temporary replacement, the one who had been saddled with this never-ending tedium during Walt's sick leave had run screaming from the building at the prospect of filling Walt's shoes. Management was in a tizzy, moaning and wringing their manicured hands about who would step forward and assume the mantle of 'Perpetual Inventory Clerk'.

That's where I came in. After hearing that Walt's position would pay a third again as much as I was making as a book warehouse grunt, I applied for the position. As luck would have it, the powers-that-be granted me a boon. With reservations, of course, for who on the planet could ever be as diligent and hard-working as Walt had been for so many years in trusted service to the monolith, er, the university?

So, it was that in his last month as sage of the supply warehouse, it became his added task to train his replacement, me.

Tune in next month for more of 'The Cushiest Job Ever'.

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