Jobsworse.
Spare a thought for the producer
who dreamt of working on a multi-platinum album, yet records the page-turning
sound for an e-paper instead.
Surely no-one sets out to be
responsible for that, yet someone has to do it. It’s like the
people who photograph food for menus or zoom in on the winning lottery
numbers when they come out of Guinevere; they provide a service of reasonable
value that isn't something to aspire to. It must be hard to work on something so utterly mundane.
My ex-flatmate had a couple of
jobs when we lived together that served a financial purpose, but were amusing
in their dullness; something we both used to joke about. The Top Three
were:
3) Packing mushrooms (he's allergic to them).
2) Stacking toilets.
1) Ironing snooker tables.
The top job was by definition the best. It was a door-to-door service, which meant driving from
pool hall to pool hall, asking if they needed anything doing. I hope it wasn't commission-only as he
can’t have had much uptake - and if he did, it's a thankless task: God knows how you get them on an ironing board anyway.
One thing I will say about the
person who recorded the rustling for my local paper:
they applied attention to detail to their work, as every few pages
sound different, though it’s possible noticing this makes me the worse-off.