1. Both of my Editorial Assistant predescessors have a feeble grip on the alphabet. Therefore, by comparison, I rock. I hope to bring this up in my annual review.
2. There is not much to do when you get that long-term project off your back and you're in the doldrums of your editorial cycle.
My solution to Friday boredom? McSweeney's Internet Tendency! This particular list caught my eye:
if You Had a Time Machine
and Lots of Financial Problems
BY LYNETTE CAIN
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Now my check won't bounce!
That generic cat food caused my future cat to have future explosive diarrhea.
I left my wallet in 1488, but I might have some ducats in my other pair of pants.
We start having sex unless you promise to pay me $63,248.71 in child support later.
I've got to stop myself from majoring in Brit Lit.
My stupid HMO doesn't cover post-existing conditions.
Oh crap, I forgot there are debtors' prisons in 1736.
Thank God President Oprah is going to raise the minimum wage.
When did I leave that secured-credit-card application?
I'd go back and invest money in the past if only I could afford gas for my time machine in the present.
I would also add: I shouldn't buy these shoes. Yes, they're on sale, but they'll pinch my toes later and it's not worth the credit card debt.
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