A buddy of mine, Colin, got me this little side gig one summer during high school. His dad was a divorce lawyer and was involved in a case in which some old apparently rich dude was in a fight over how he spent his money. As a part of the discovery process, the old man was compelled to let Colin’s dad have access to all this financial records. And the old dude kept all his cancelled checks. Mind you, this was before internet banking was a normal thing, so this guy voluntarily kept thousands and thousands of checks. And it was my, Colin’s, and Colin’s sister’s job to make photo copies of all these checks and somehow log them in some antiquated way.
The picture of me (c. 1993) kind of sums up the stupidity of this job, if not its mind-numbing qualities.