Finally reading the November 27 New Yorker. Rodney Rothman’s article, “My Fake Job” is hilarious. He just shows up one day at an internet company, sits at an empty desk, and pretends to work. He continues the ruse for almost three weeks. My favourite quote: “If it’s possible to be a workhaholic at a job you don’t actually have, that’s what I’ve become. The thought of going back to my apartment is loathsome, and I don’t even have a family I’m trying to avoid. In this office, I feel productive, even when I’m doing nothing. In my apartment, even when I’m working, I’m idle, lazy, and always a hairsbreadth away from masturbation.” Jason Levine has some links to discussion about this story.