new book - Tales of a Tired Janitor

Resources/Locale/en-US/paper/book-authorbooks.ftl

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       Without a moment's hesitation, Sarah took out her pen and notebook and began to write. She wrote about the beauty of the scene, the peacefulness she felt, and the surreal quality of the moment. She wanted to capture this feeling and share it with others through her words.
       As she finished writing, Sarah heard the snap of a twig and looked up to see a man approaching her with a camera. He introduced himself as a nature photographer and asked if she had seen the waterfall. They struck up a conversation, and soon they were both laughing and sharing stories of their adventures.
       As the sun began to set, the two of them packed up their gear and said their goodbyes. Sarah felt grateful for this unexpected encounter and the inspiration it brought her. She knew that this moment would stay with her forever, and she felt a sense of serenity knowing that there was still so much beauty in the world waiting to be discovered.
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+book-text-janitor = [bold][color=black][head=3]The Tales of a Tired Janitor[/head][/bold]
+      Cleaning a space station as a janitor is like being trapped in a cosmic custodial nightmare. You'd think floating through the vastness of space would be glamorous, but no, I'm stuck scrubbing space grime and extraterrestrial goop off the walls. It's a thankless job in a zero-gravity abyss.
+      First off, let's talk about the mess. Space dust, alien gunk, and who knows what else accumulates faster than a rocket launch. It's not just about sweeping up the crumbs; it's about battling interstellar filth that seems to have a life of its own. You'd hope for a sleek, futuristic space station, but you get a swirling vortex of space garbage waiting for you around every corner.
+      And the tools they give us! You'd expect state-of-the-art cleaning gadgets, but nope. They raided a dollar store on Earth before launching us into the cosmos. Mops that barely work in microgravity, spray bottles that run out in one use, and don't even get me started on the space janitor jumpsuit. I feel like a reject from a sci-fi B-movie.
+      Speaking of jumpsuits, the lack of respect is astronomical. The scientists and astronauts zoom past in their sleek suits, utterly oblivious to the fact that I'm the unsung hero keeping this place from turning into a cosmic trash heap. I bet they don't even know my name. "Hey, Space Janitor!" That's what I get. No appreciation for the elbow grease I put into keeping their precious station spick and span.
+      And let's remember the hazards. Cleaning up alien slime? Yeah, that's a regular Tuesday for me. One wrong move and I'm dealing with an intergalactic biohazard. It's like playing Russian roulette with space critters that could burst out of some hidden nook and cranny. I signed up to mop floors, not play host to extraterrestrial invaders.
+      Being a janitor on this so-called Space Station 14 is a cosmic joke. Where did the other 13 stations go? It's not all spacewalks and futuristic gadgets; it's scrubbing toilets and battling alien goo. If anyone thinks space is glamorous, they clearly haven't seen the mess we space janitors deal with every single day. It's time they appreciate the unsung heroes of the space station – the custodians of the cosmos.

Resources/Prototypes/Entities/Objects/Misc/authorbooks.yml

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+  parent: BookBase
+  id: BookJanitorTale
+  name: the tales of a tired janitor
+  description: A clean looking book, smelling vaguely of soap and bleach. 
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+    sprite: Objects/Misc/books.rsi
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