“A Thankless Job for It’s [sic] Worker’s [sic],” by Vanessa Weibler Paris
Dec 20th, 2011 | By DefenestrationJonah sat before the panel of blinking red lights. Merry Christmas, except not merry and not Christmas. It was a hot July night, and he’d just started the second of a double shift.
“Pedantics,” he said, taking the next call.
Jonah could remember when teachers still used red pens. There were moans and groans and no-fairs every time a paper was returned. “God,” his friend Emmett complained after class. “She’s a million years old and half-blind; how can she even see such a tiny mistake and who the fuck even cares?”