Another hallmark of Hallmark holidays!
I say that because I used to be a clerk and I found no great dishonor in being one. I didn't even know it was a shameful thing to be, until my title got changed.
But, thank God for the neo-illuminati! They decided that, because "clerical error" was a bad thing, and because "clerical," the descriptive implementation of "clerk" was in the phrase, that being a clerk must be bad. So they changed the name of my paying occupation to "Administrative Associate." Not only that, but they bestowed upon me the vast honor of calling my position a "profession."
Mind you, there was no commensurate inflation of my wages to reflect the inflation of my "professional" title. And my job remained mainly to answer the phone and make excuses for others higher up the chain of authority, who continued to refer to their foul- ups as "clerical errors," and for which my aquarium sand colleagues and me still got blamed.
But wait, there's more: With the inflation of my title was the commensurate expectation that we former clerks, now administrative associates, spend our Cinderella wages on princely attire, suitable for our "profession." We were expected to wear that clothing even when rooting around in dusty archives for superceded client records, and when gutting greasy office machinery to clear jams, replace teletype ribbons, and any other sword upon which a pink-collared helot might be required to throw him/herself for the survival of the paperwork flow.
But, it wasn't all bad. There was a fringe benefit associated with our verbal apotheosis. Every year about this time, the staff pitched into a till and gave my workgroup a Hallmark card. I'm still laughing!
I may dwell on the land, but I live at sea!
Sensation 2/03 I disembarked, but never really left the ship.
Enchantment 9/03 Just had to go back.
Inspiration 3/04 Just have to go back again, and again, and again...
Sensation 04/05 The vessel made me do it!
Summit 03/06 It's Margaret's fault!