Monday, June 13, 2005
changing toner
i was just asked to change the toner.
i am 30 years old.
it's fine, really.
it.
is.
my.
job.
to.
change.
toner.
it is my job to change toner.
god it hurts to write that.
i know that age is only a number, and that i am pursuing other things outside of this gray, dank world of toners, binder clips, and orange-scented (fresh!) screen wipes - a corporate incubator that fattens its employees by, i am convinced, conspiratorially placed candy dishes filled with jolly ranchers, mini hershey bars, and caramels that render its employees not only sugar-comatised and emotionally complacent, but literally physically unable to move from their ergonomically correct chairs.
ergonomics and office birthday cakes - two practices created by corporations to discourage employee turnover.
i'm being irrational. i don't care. it's either post irrationally, or irrationally binge on the contents of the aforementioned office candy dish, and that's just not an option.
i have places to go.
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2 comments:
want my glamorous job? today I not only (really) changed the toner but I also took out the garbage. I am 36.
My mantra:
It.
Is.
My.
Day.
Job.
Really. I'm 43 and I've been a "temp" editor for five and a half years at the same nursing journal. As long as I keep creating elsewhere and otherwhen (at night, in the morning, while I'm supposed to be working at the day job), it remains The Day Job. Hang in there!!
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