that thing where
your boss assigns you to spend one day trolling for traffic in the most craven, gross, venal manner possible, and you just do your normal routine, and your day was a big success.
Sometimes I think to myself, “Well, I’m not curing diseases or anything,” when it comes to comparing my own work to writing I don’t find particularly stunning, but I’ll always have B____ M_____ to point to and say, “But at least I’m not doing that.”