 Why was the warden so annoyed with O'Leary?
His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his nostrils. He was a captain of guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to its inmates as the Jug—and if he hadn't been able to detect the scent of trouble brewing a cell-block away, he would never have survived to reach his captaincy. And her name, he saw, was Sue-Ann Bradley, Detainee No And, what was more important, why she couldn't adjust herself to it, now that she was in. The block guard, Sodaro, growled warningly: "Watch it, auntie!" It said in the Civil Service Guide to Prison Administration : "Detainees will be permitted to speak in their own behalf in disciplinary proceedings." And O'Leary was a man who lived by the book. That old witch Mathias never told me I was supposed to mop up. She banged on the door and said, 'Slush up, sister!' And then, ten minutes later, she called the guards and told them I refused to mop." Captain O'leary put down his pencil and looked at the girl. He said patiently: "Bradley, the rules are you have to mop out your cell. If you didn't understand what Mathias was talking about, you should have asked her. He had managed, by strength of will, not to hear that she had omitted to say "sir" every time she spoke to him, but he couldn't keep it up forever and he certainly couldn't overlook hysteria. He handed the rap sheet to Sodaro and said absently: "Too bad a kid like her has to be here. Captain O'Leary took a long drink of water from the fountain marked "Civil Service." If anything, she had had a better environment than O'Leary himself, and look what she had made of it. The ultimate should be the complete segregation of each specialization—social and genetic measures to make them breed true, because the unspecialized man is an uncivilized man, or at any rate he does not advance civilization. And letting the specializations mix would produce genetic undesirables: clerk-laborer or Professional-GI misfits, for example, being only half specialized, would be good at no specialization. A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and touched his cap as O'Leary passed by. O'Leary noted, with the part of his mind that always noted those things, that the orderly had been leaning on his broom until he'd noticed the captain coming by.
 O'Leary was bothering him with non-warden problems
 O'Leary didn't understand the class system as well as he should  O'Leary was interrupting his breakfast  O'Leary was trying to take his job from him  O'Leary was bothering him with non-warden problems