here's a fun little bit from my friend Daniel's myspace blog. he works the night shift at a kinko's, which means he babysits all the bums and creepy perverts of springfield VA.

"Total high point of the day: Black dude in a suit shouts at me across the room "fax?!" I gape. "Fax machine?!" He seems somewhat exasperated. "Is this the fax?" He's tapping on a cabinet while he speaks. He thinks the cabinet sends faxes. No joke; a big, clunky, old cabinet with "White Paper 11X17" written on the front. The homeless woman circulates as well, muttering gibberish. "

so i'm in the middle of this job hunt. i was expecting to just get my old job back, but they weren't too excited about the idea. it's true that i've already quit the place three times, but hey, i can only take a job as seriously as a job takes me. when we were younger, we would all talk about "careers" and shit, but i can see now how that was sort of a collective fantasy. in this case, more than ever, i see a job as something that prevents me from doing what i really want to do. unfortunately, my lack of funds makes it necessary for me to go prostitute myself out there.

in some ways, daniel has a very clear worldview. he considers time and money to be interchangeable. he gives his job time, he gives other activities time, and money handed out. like everybody who works for an hourly wage, he's angry because his time is not worth quite what it should be.

he thinks employers are blood-sucking monsters, devouring your life one shift at a time. taking you away from your chosen interests. i have to agree.

he calls people that waste his time "Time Vampires."