I know this thread is four months old and then some, but I was just pointed to Odd Jobs by the Keenspace Box. I really dig it; I'm a mystery writer working on my first novel myself.<P>Anyway, the oddest job I ever did for pay was helping a music store to move their library of sheet music from their "old" building to their "new" building. What made the job so odd was (a) the music was in no particular order in their old library; (b) what wasn't moldy or musty was faded and yellow; (c) they had no real use for this sheet music at all in the NEW place, but they had to get it out of the OLD place; and (d) I wasn't actually MOVING anything -- I was helping to sort the music.<P>To top it all off, pages of sheet music would become separated from the rest, and the names of the piece and the composer were inevitably absent from the random scraps of paper. I was in the Classical section with a musician friend of mine; every time I'd come across one of these orphan pages, I'd quickly sightread the first couple bars and either whistle them or bum-ba-ba-bum them, and my buddy would inevitably, amazingly, call out the correct piece and composer -- sometimes even the year the piece was written.<P>It took twelve hours, but a group of eighty of us managed to sort the orphans. I was only hired for one day, so I never saw them actually move any of it.<P>--Strange<P>------------------
Neurotic -- sane, but unhappy about it.