The Sunday Scene Part I

I never know how a Suanday can go at work. Sometimes the tempo is rapid and draining. Other times its crawling, and I get all my chores done. Its the end of the qaurter, and I feel that we're gonna get pummeled with returrned books, desperate students and the obliglatory "when do you close" statement at least a dozen times per hour. Of course when I retuned the key I took home Friday, the places was as peaceful as can be. My co-worker told me it was calm all day. Calm before the storm?