This looking for a job thing is as exciting as rearranging papers on my desk. Nothing jumps out at me going "Pick me, pick me, pick me!". It's more like, yeah I could do that, or I know how to do that, or that's what I've been doing for these past four years, but none of it is really exciting enough. It's all refelections of the corporate paper pushing world - whoever said we were going paperless is thinking too far into the future. I've never been able to get rid of the piles of paper on my work desk despite my adamant support of e-mail and e-files and my refusal to fax anything because I hate having to file a faxed piece of paper - I think it's quite dumb and wasteful to have to print something just to fax it when I can just as simply e-mail it without ever leaving my desk; or I could even fax it, if they just had to have it faxed, from my computer, still without printing it. I never understood why the the hell people at my last office would print enormous piles of e-mail and web pages out of the laser printer just to leave it sitting there for days. They'd already read it, but why, why print it too, then forget that you did and use up 500 sheets of paper at the same time? Whatever was being printed originated from their computer and could be stored on their computer (it's called HARD DRIVE space or FAVORITES/BOOKMARKS people, and yes, you can create as many folders as you want and name them whatever you want so you can FIND/SEARCH things). A friend of mine would tell me (more than once) that there were times when he would have to go through their office server looking for something and in the middle of rummaging through levels of files and folders, he would forget what he was looking for. Well, obviously he has his personal reasons for spacing out, but just as easily, you can COPY to your local hard drive, or at least MAP the damn drive.
I wrote a short story years ago about undone Laundry taking over my appartment and having to eat soft denims and crackly sheets for breakfast, lunch and dinner because I could no longer find the door to get out and buy food, much less live life. This time, it will be paper. Reams, piles, and endless amounts of junk mail, adverts, billing companies who refuse online only statments that will be taking over our home, covering up our windows, flowing out from under our doors, blocking light switches and air vents; we will suffocate and eventually turn yellowish-brown with age and only our comic books with acid-free backing will remain mint.
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