July 11, 2000.  Tuesday

 

    Today, i did not much of anything at all.  The main difference between today and say, a month, ago, was that now I'm getting paid by the hour not to do anything.  The only thing I really had to do was spend 40 minutes checking tables of 5 digit numbers, to see if they matched the master copy.  They did. It's quite tedious, if that wasn't your first thought.  All the interns here got paired up, to split up the task. One of us reads and one of us checks. After 500 numbers, we switch. And on and on...
Anyway, I was feeling kind of guilty about not doing anything.  I took the book down to one of the other interns, a girl from Princeton, who actually has some work to do.  I feel guilty, but it's not really my fault.  I even asked for work to do.

An inter-office email I just recieved from the intern i just described:

I have reached a definite lull, and feel like engaging in some form of communication, (rather difficult to do in this corner) albeit a very monologueish form.  For the first time in my life, I have attained the excitement of posessing a voice deeper than a squeak.  After reciting numbers for 20 minutes straight, I am now in possesion of a sexy Melissa Etheridge-type voice.  Lovely.  Just felt like sharing.  Hope you aren't feeling so guilty anymore.  Just... I don't know.  Twiddle your thumbs and contemplate the mysteries of the universe.  Why they built the 14th street subway platforms with a curve like that.  Why it apparently rains so much in Oregon.  How in hell golf, which is a completely non-athletic pasttime, became so popular.
 

Surprisingly, that did make me feel a little less guilty.
 

more later... maybe...
 
 

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