by Invisible Mikey
Some of my readers urged me to write about another odd job I held once, but at the time I deferred because it was an unusual experience of real evil, the kind that swims in the dark river of sludge beneath all capitalism. I did it because at the time I wanted more income badly. However, no one needs money badly enough to do this. It was the desire for money that seduced me into doing it. It was the desire to have a clean soul that got me back out. For eighteen months, I helped make INFOMERCIALS. (You may scream now.)
When I went to interview, I was still a “human search engine” by profession (seeOddest Jobs Ever Pt 4). The interview was in a nice condominium which should have been a red flag, but my curiosity often wins in these situations. The initial job was billed as “office manager”. There wasn’t an office, and the manager was a nice old lady doing the books. I had done simple bookkeeping, so I thought I could handle it. How much commerce could be taking place in an apartment? I could sense that the old lady and the man who interviewed me didn’t get along, and you would need to in such a close environment. The man who interviewed me was gregarious, charming, enthusiastic and nicely dressed. I didn’t see the horns and tail. They must be removable. (Eerie music cue goes here.)
