Soul-deadening about my job at the magazine before I went back for the Ph.D.
No, it wasn’t that I once had to write a six-page story about… tables. (Nearly got me fired, because I couldn’t think of anything to say beyond “You need at least three legs and a top.”)
It wasn’t the salary, which drove me to keep the phone off the hook so I wouldn’t have to hear from bill collectors.
It wasn’t even the fascinating people I would meet at the old Dixie Terminal bus station in Cincinnati as I would head home.
It was the fact that our computers used Windows 95.
H/T: Fellow Snubnoser Keith Rawson.
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