Pope Prayer Card
I've been unemployed for over a month now, living of whatever money I've saved for the past two years. A week ago, I was offered a few days work at a printing company. They needed some extra help, and I figured it would do me good to get a few days hard labor in my belly. So I went in on Monday, not knowing if they wanted me to help out for a day, a week, or what.
So this company basically has a whole bunch of accounts throughout the city. Labels, pictures, special order cards- mass ordering stuff. Like 20,000 labels for blueberry jam or some shit. They print, cut, package, ship.
On Tuesday, the first full day I worked there (and for all I know the last), they had an order for a church, one of their big accounts. The church wanted, what I guess is a technical term because the order actually said this; Pope Prayer Cards. These are baseball size cards, with a picture of the pope on the front, and information about him on the back. Nothing as elaborate as lifetime statistics of blessings, just important dates and a quote.
Anyways. The church had called upon Print Management to print, cut, package and deliver the cards to numerous churches in the Seattle area. Or, to be more elaborate; a shit load of cards were to be sent out to a few hundred churches.
I explain all this to get to my point. All day long Tuesday, and about half of Wednesday, I was counting, stacking and packing Pope Prayer Cards. Completely unsupervised. I had a list of churches with amounts to send, labels with addresses to put on the boxes, and about 120,000 pictures of the Pope.
This situation struck me as a tad absurd. What the fuck was I doing in a random suberb of Seattle, in charge of the Pope? How did I get in this situation? Who am I to not take this very special opportunity to fuck with the church? I'm sure porn playing cards aren't hard to find in a city the size of Seattle. What harm could come from a little T & A in among the Pope?
Well, lots probably. The church would probably be a little upset, and might excomminicate the whole business, and I didn't want to get anyone fired. Starting in a new city by burning bridges didn't seem like the best approach.
So I didn't do anything, or course. I'm not an asshole or a crazy person. I just appreciate the absurdity of the situation, which is enough for me to live off of for a few weeks.
So take care out there wherever you kids happen to be. Let's keep the bizarre situations at a maximum output.
Love and love,
J
So this company basically has a whole bunch of accounts throughout the city. Labels, pictures, special order cards- mass ordering stuff. Like 20,000 labels for blueberry jam or some shit. They print, cut, package, ship.
On Tuesday, the first full day I worked there (and for all I know the last), they had an order for a church, one of their big accounts. The church wanted, what I guess is a technical term because the order actually said this; Pope Prayer Cards. These are baseball size cards, with a picture of the pope on the front, and information about him on the back. Nothing as elaborate as lifetime statistics of blessings, just important dates and a quote.
Anyways. The church had called upon Print Management to print, cut, package and deliver the cards to numerous churches in the Seattle area. Or, to be more elaborate; a shit load of cards were to be sent out to a few hundred churches.
I explain all this to get to my point. All day long Tuesday, and about half of Wednesday, I was counting, stacking and packing Pope Prayer Cards. Completely unsupervised. I had a list of churches with amounts to send, labels with addresses to put on the boxes, and about 120,000 pictures of the Pope.
This situation struck me as a tad absurd. What the fuck was I doing in a random suberb of Seattle, in charge of the Pope? How did I get in this situation? Who am I to not take this very special opportunity to fuck with the church? I'm sure porn playing cards aren't hard to find in a city the size of Seattle. What harm could come from a little T & A in among the Pope?
Well, lots probably. The church would probably be a little upset, and might excomminicate the whole business, and I didn't want to get anyone fired. Starting in a new city by burning bridges didn't seem like the best approach.
So I didn't do anything, or course. I'm not an asshole or a crazy person. I just appreciate the absurdity of the situation, which is enough for me to live off of for a few weeks.
So take care out there wherever you kids happen to be. Let's keep the bizarre situations at a maximum output.
Love and love,
J
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