Wednesday, May 7, 2008

I hate my job.

I fantasize about the day when I have my own copy bitch.

I have spent a good portion of today at work making copies of clients' documents. Here are a few ways that you can really piss me off when I'm doing so:
  1. Hand me a stack of about 250 pages, with every 2-3 pages stapled, while telling me to "keep the originals organized."
  2. Give me documents that are folded/crumpled up to the point where each page jams the copier so that I have to scan them individually. For extra points, make sure that they are coated with grime so that while I pull apart each stuck-together page I legitimately fear contracting an infectious disease.
  3. Keep records that are unnecessarily meticulous and that no one will ever need to see. Example? A photocopy of cash that you used to pay for your child's school lunch.

But that's all for now. I have to go copy someone's diary for the last two years, and you know that it won't even be an interesting one to read as I copy it page by steno-pad page.

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