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Writer's Block: Clock Punching
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My first job was as a church secretary, one summer between semesters at college. Anyone who knows me now understands why I find this ironically amusing. It was part-time, 25 hours a week, M-F 9-2:30 with a half-hour lunch that I usually ate while sitting on the church's front stoop. It was a small church, and I was often the only person in the building while the minister was out doing ministerial things. I typed up the master and ran the mimeograph machine (this was in 1979, but it was a relic even then) for the Sunday church service program, and did a more up-to-date cut-and-paste for the weekly mailed bulletin that the minister took to the local equivalent of a Kinkos for reproduction, and prepared the mailings when he brought them back. I answered the phone and greeted the occasional visitor and kept an eye on the premises, and on one memorable occasion called the police when a homeless guy broke into a trailer on the property [wry g].
I liked that job. But I do still find it amusingly ironic that it was my first.
Oh, and nothing to do with the rest of this post, but this was a real eye-opener, and explains a great deal about what has upset me about some online discussions I've witnessed/been a part of in the past.
My first job was as a church secretary, one summer between semesters at college. Anyone who knows me now understands why I find this ironically amusing. It was part-time, 25 hours a week, M-F 9-2:30 with a half-hour lunch that I usually ate while sitting on the church's front stoop. It was a small church, and I was often the only person in the building while the minister was out doing ministerial things. I typed up the master and ran the mimeograph machine (this was in 1979, but it was a relic even then) for the Sunday church service program, and did a more up-to-date cut-and-paste for the weekly mailed bulletin that the minister took to the local equivalent of a Kinkos for reproduction, and prepared the mailings when he brought them back. I answered the phone and greeted the occasional visitor and kept an eye on the premises, and on one memorable occasion called the police when a homeless guy broke into a trailer on the property [wry g].
I liked that job. But I do still find it amusingly ironic that it was my first.
Oh, and nothing to do with the rest of this post, but this was a real eye-opener, and explains a great deal about what has upset me about some online discussions I've witnessed/been a part of in the past.