 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, 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!" And O'Leary was a man who lived by the book. That old witch Mathias never told me I was supposed to mop up. Captain O'Leary took a long drink of water from the fountain marked "Civil Service." 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 a broad-minded man and many times he had thought almost with a touch of envy how comfortable it must be to be a wipe—a laborer . Block O in Estates-General Correctional Institution was the disciplinary block, and because of the green straitjackets its inhabitants wore, it was called the Greensleeves. She was in a detachment of three unfortunates like herself, convoyed by an irritable guard, climbing the steel steps toward Block O from the floor below, when she heard the yelling. "Owoo-o-o," screamed Sauer from one end of the cell block and "Yow-w-w!" shrieked Flock at the other. The two guards turned to see what was coming in as the three new candidates for the Greensleeves slumped to a stop at the head of the stairs. The outside guard said sourly: "A woman, for God's sake. Now O'Leary knows I hate it when there's a woman in here. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the tanglefoot electronic fields that swamped the floor of the block corridor and of each individual cell. While the fields were on, you could ignore the prisoners—they simply could not move fast enough, against the electronic drag of the field, to do any harm. They had spent so much time in prisons that it was sometimes hard even for them to remember what they really were, outside. The inside guard finished putting the new prisoners away and turned off the tangler field once more.
 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