Wednesday, February 1
The highlights of temping today at C. Financial Services were a) learning to use this typewriter and b) sneakily printing 121 pages of my own writing on the office printer. I brought along two sheets along with me so that, on first glance, it would appear that I was doing something I was supposed to be doing--kind of like the whole cook always having a spoon in hand method. If anyone actually did discover what I printed, I was going to say, "It's my grad school portfolio" (which is basically true). If they pressed me and asked why I was printing it there, I would reply "My printer's broken, and I don't want to be a temp all my life" (both of which are also true). Still, the whole time I felt like I was stealing (also, in a way, was true. You know: paper, printer ink, my hourly wage.)
What I'm trying to say is that today I was paid to write. Or at least paid to print out my writing.
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