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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Now I've got a whole new reason to blog. I've got the word count for the review, and after sitting staring at the computer screen and starting seven different sentences that I can't really find any way of ending, I've decided that just blinding nattering on for a moment about something other than community bloody theatre might be exactly what I need to help kick start the old creative processes. That, or a good strong pint of whisky.

Today, in the job it was so important for them to keep open that they've hired me, the temp, at what I would consider to be an unreasonably high price from my agency, I've photocopied something, and printed off something else, ending this arduous task by punching holes in them, and then putting them in brown folders. Oh yes. It's important that I'm here. The running of the company depends on my presence. After all, who would photocopy approximately 12 pages if I wasn't here? Who, pray tell, would take these twelve pages and put them in a folder and then - then! - print up a label to stick to the front of the folder? Hm? In the almost 5 hours I've been here today, that would have gone undone, and although probably someone else could have done it and not really been kept back from performing other duties, I'd say there are a lot of people thankful that they didn't have to, and that I was here to perform that task instead.

I'd be complaining a lot more, mind you, if they were actually making me work.

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