After a few hours of that, come in to meet the folks actually evaluating and set them up, rush off to a doctor's appointment; just a general check-up, no worries, I'm fine. Back to work, where I've been for a very long time now doing various bits of necessary but dull paperwork, and when I go home, it'll be to more white-out and portfolios, but also more Buffy, so it's not all bad.
Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll get to write some while they're evaluating. That'd be good.
I can't complain. There was a time in my life (years and years, in fact), when photocopying and filing and data entry and similar mindless tasks were what I did all day, every single work day. Every day I don't have to do that as my full-time job, I'm grateful. Always aware that I could end up temping again someday -- secretarial work is always my fallback. The (dis)advantage of typing so fast...
Sometimes I think, it'd be nice if being a dockworker was my fallback. Or something in construction. At least I'd be in good shape at the end of the day. And have a clear sense of having accomplished something concrete instead of just pushing papers around.
I do know that the papers are also concretely useful. I just have to remind myself of it sometimes.