job hazards, and other stories
I have been telling myself, very firmly and resolutely, to list the things I don't like about my job, lest I get too carried away with enjoying it, and... unspecified bad things happen. Not dwell on them, mind, just -- keep them in mind. To help me along, as it were, today I was introduced to the saddest task I have ever been asked to complete thus
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I think I'll ask next time, to see if the company recycles the stripped books, because at least then I'll feel better about it. And at least I spent the evening going through the mystery & thriller section, so mostly what I was destroying were rubbish outdated pulp thrillers and silly mystery novels.
I can't help thinking of all the authors represented by remaindered books, and how likely it is that if I ever get published, mine will also end up as mass-market paperbacks unsold and eventually destroyed, which is...emo and pessimistic but not statistically unlikely.
YES EXACTLY ME TOO. Every time I destroyed a book, I would note the author's name, not exactly intentionally, but... I felt so badly for them, even though some of them were writing the most awful stuff with lots of sensationalism and violence and sex and very few semi-colons. Someone worked on that and loved it and made it and probably went excitedly to local bookstores just to see their work on the shelf, and here I am destroying it and throwing it away.
If they weren't books, though, I would... kind of enjoy the stripping process, because... I really enjoy destroying things. *shifty eyes* If there was fire involved, well. *SHIFTIER EYES*
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