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I'm reading Trekker's Tarnished and I came across this:
Work dragged on. Endless translations of books of prophecies, most of which turned out to be hundreds of years out of date or frauds or just plain pointless. It wasn't all that different than what he'd done in Sunnydale, really, except that in Sunnydale, it had always been about accomplishing something. It had been about finding answers to real questions.
This translating felt far more like Council busywork designed to keep him occupied and to justify his paycheck, and it was dreary. Boring. Useless.
What a perfect description of a meaningless job. Been there. Done that. Hated it.
Work dragged on. Endless translations of books of prophecies, most of which turned out to be hundreds of years out of date or frauds or just plain pointless. It wasn't all that different than what he'd done in Sunnydale, really, except that in Sunnydale, it had always been about accomplishing something. It had been about finding answers to real questions.
This translating felt far more like Council busywork designed to keep him occupied and to justify his paycheck, and it was dreary. Boring. Useless.
What a perfect description of a meaningless job. Been there. Done that. Hated it.