bored in a bookshop

Workplace boredom.

It usually hits around 3 pm. It doesn't always. Only on days when I have a sleep deficiency and hence an unwillingness to take on the more demanding tasks (this sometimes includes reading) that would otherwise keep me occupied.

Then I sort postcards or go wild with the discount stickers on books I don't like.

Or call my mum and say: "Can I come over after work? Can we eat something?"

Although if I had a bookshelf that looked like this I probably would find something to do.