Illustrations and text for "Badly Paid Job"

For as long as I can remember, I was the guy left in the corner at parties still holding a badly wrapped gift that somebody else picked out for me in order to give to the birthday boy or girl. An idiotic gift, most likely one of those desk organizers that my mother used to buy for me. A cheap plastic thing that one can use to arrange paper clips separately from stapler nails. It almost always contained a tiny ruler and a pair of scissors with rounded edges. An item pretend to be something useful but barely efficient.Later in life my parents picked an equally useful career for me in the public sector. I was never particularly good in anything let alone deciding, so I went along with it. ​​​​​​​
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