"Yes ma'am" was the only respectful and polite reply I can think of after knowing that I'm gonna waste the 2 hours of my life in arranging some century old books in the dustiest part of the place. Even if my feet felt like it was stuck on the floor, I still continued to walked towards the old storage room. I don't really know why she needs me to arrange this area, I mean nobody even is allowed to come inside here, except if you're a personnel or a member of the club.