I Am Out On A Job

I am an assistant editor today. Today, this means spending the entire day scanning pages torn from magazines. The pages all have Paris Hilton's face on them. Yesterday, it meant transcribing an interview from a quicktime file. Tomorrow, it will probably mean more transcriptions.

Today, a college flunkout could do my job. The only reason I am doing what I'm doing is because it's not yet profitable to create, produce, and market an automated solution to scanning lots of documents. The job requires no skill or intelligence, just a pair of human hands to switch pages and press the button marked 'SCAN.'

I have just, again, switched documents and pressed 'SCAN.'

And again.

In between scans, I have about one minute. Literally, it takes about sixty seconds to scan one page.

That is just enough time to read a page of a novel. I have finished one today.

That is also just enough time to write a couple of sentences. That is what I am doing now.

It is not enough time to go to the bathroom, have a conversation, watch a trailer, or read a news article.

I have just enough time to do something small and interesting, but not enough time to work on anything else.

I think that today I will think up interesting and hilarious ways to get fired from this job.