oh, you have empty eyes...

Before I joined the heathen ranks of unwashed baby killers fight for women's reproductive rights, I worked in the mortgage industry. My first job in that particular realm of hellishness, I was a copy-girl. This job consisted of me making photocopies of loan packets all. Day. Long.

Boring, yes.

So, I would have to think up things to keep myself entertained while standing in the copy room.

This comic:



reminds me of the day that I figured out how to replicate Ministry's Stigmata (the entire song, mind you) by tapping on the Xerox machine.

That was also the first time I got written up at that job. It might have been because I was performing the "live" version.

heh.