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why wy?

Wednesday, March 09, 2005 at 6:37 PM

a little determination can be a bad thing

I was feeling bummed out from not getting any work, so I tried delivering catalogues. Now, I realise there are some things in the bottom of the barrel that are just not worth it. I had to sort about 400 sheets of 9 catalogues and deliver them in 48 hours, which is not great when it also happens to be my busiest days at school. Many things ran through my mind as I assembled 3,600 sheets of slippery, shiny paper over the course of three hours:
* the jb hifi ones were the worse, very slippery.
kmart was daunting - the stack never seemed to finish.
ecolow was deceptively thin, but alas, they were single-sided.
* the biblical description of eternity - a bird taking a grain of sand from one place to another. Would I be happier as that bird? At least I can drop crap on recently-washed cars.
* if i burst into tears, whether my long-missing fairy godmother would magically appear.
* actually contemplating whether this was worse than being a parking attendant (I actually saw an ad for them). Nah, that work is morally repugnant. But if i had to pick one to save my life, it would be nude massages, followed by catalogue delivery and parking attendant.
* wondering how much paper waste I managed to generate, not to mention starting my car, driving 10 meters and stopping, for 7 hours.
thinking back to my journalism career, where we were schooled that it was page 1 today, fish wrap tomorrow. My efforts were read by at least one person (even if it was just the editor), whereas here it's a short trip from postbox to dustbin.
* and most of all, what excuse i was going to give to the guy who ran the delivery.
-i am environmentally opposed to this job.
-i lack the prerequisite child labour to complete this task.
-i would rather be tortured for state secrets (The toilet paper is white! No seriously, not that I know any, although I just spent dinner explaining to Mon what an Ah Beng is.)
-i have better things to do with my time then sit in the carpark for three hours sorting, getting bitten by mosquitos, then going around to houses in unlit lanes.

In the end, I just said the timing was just really bad for me. Boring, I know.

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