During college, I worked at a Kinko's Copy Shop. Ah, yes, Kinko's! I actually had a lot of fun at that job. I usually worked the late shift, sleeping until 11, going in at 1 p.m. and getting off in 10 p.m. A friend at the time worked on a school newspaper, and when she would get off, we would drive 2 hours for a piece of pie or to see a band. Sometimes we'd get home at 6 a.m., but it was all worth it, driving through that midnight air and darkness with the radio blasting!
I digress! Anyway, the Kinko's gig was good at the time, but that paper cutter always freaked me out! I always thought I would accidentally stop thinking about what I was doing, and then suddenly cut off all of my fingers. Luckily that never happened, but to this day, those machines seem to be the penultimate of a potential--unintentional--bloodbath! Not sure what got me thinking on that train of thought, but here you go.
No comments:
Post a Comment