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work

I have a job... in the loosest sense of the word.

My job is "work" in the same sense that fishing is a "sport".

I will not tell you where I work, because that would be mean, but I can tell you what I do. Actually, that's a bit difficult in itself, seeing as I don't think I actually have a job description. I basically... well, pretty much... hmm... well, I esentially just do whatever other people tell me to do. Which is a lot like the rest of my life, come to think of it, but mostly what I do at my job is make copies, answer phones, go to lengthy and pointless meetings, pretend like I care about the meetings, and go buy food for people. With their money, of course. See, since I can drive I am a "hot commodity" (as I'm sure someone might say) so people are constantly giving me money and telling me to go fetch them vegetarian cassaroles. A lot of people I work with are vegetarians. I just made up the part about the cassarole. Anyway, so, I go drive around and buy people things. Or I take people places. Or I take things, like easles and boxes of markers and t-shirts to various locations. It's fun, I guess.

Making copies is another big part of my job. I will write more about this later. Right now, though, I'm going to sleep.

huh?