a real clerk

the day came where i realised what all that studying was for, why i spent the years i did pouring over texts and theories and learning and philosophising and why i am now spending a further two years training...

those years of varsity have qualified me to make the 435 copies, cross check the index with addendum a, find the faults of another clerk in all probability, who couldn't be bothered to index file and paginate with attention to detail past page 337, thereby giving me the task of amending and annexing to the schedule, then counting the pages and billing of course before i delivered the bundle of what was once a beautiful tree to another to pour over before trial on monday....

12 hours

it is officially here, this is what the end of my life looks like and it ain't a bed of roses... it is more like a mound of incomprehensible paper that is stacking up, growing and relentless. the word summarise springs to mind, out comes the pen, some notes are jotted and what do you get? more paper! add to the mix the portable pc and down i sink...
the clock is ticking and still there is no light, the heart is racing, which could be the pseudo-ephedrine and in 12 hours i will be 13 minutes into my reading time with two minutes left before the race starts. i need to get more ink because the 10 cartridges a certain someone picked me up from the store seem to have drowned like their owner...