The mechanics of running a world-class research library in the inner city are a bit frightening. Some genuine catastrophes of the species slumped over the tables. And at the slightest hint of irregularity, a stream of three to five heavily built and thoroughly tattooed goons stride forcefully up and down the aisles nearby, not looking to either side. Merely the show of force.
Not to mention the ill-conceived site-specific performance that had a lounge singer belting out "people who need people..." twice a day. Avoiding that cost me an hour of work every day.
Harumph.