Wednesday, February 1

Temping



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.

2 comments:

Benny said...

I like this post. It's very glass-is-half-full. Also, fuck the man. He doesn't OWN ink and paper. Art's gotta breath, boy!

All Best,

Benny

James said...

Gracias.