Temp work still

[bktheirregular]

The place I'm temping sells shoes.

I'm at a desk, plugging papers into a scanner, surrounded by piles of disordered paperwork into which the annotated complete Riverside Shakespeare would disappear like a pinch of salt in a cistern.

Sweet holy mother of mercy, I'm Al Bundy.

Somebody shoot me.

Please.

SHOOT ME.

Comments

[honorh.livejournal.com]

Much love, Brother-in-Temping. I once spent almost three days doing nothing but copying, sorting, and stapling. It wore holes in my soul.