LIFE OF A DUDE IN PUBLISHING

I work in publishing, and I have a Y chromosome. This is my life.

ACTUAL THINGS I HAVE FOUND IN THE OFFICE RECYCLING BIN

-A discarded e-reader requiring nothing but to be plugged in

-Dozens of homemade mixtapes

-Lacquered wooden inbox

-Various ornamental baskets

-A hat

-A laptop stand

-Earbuds

-A nicely heavy-duty 3-hole punch

-A super opulent customer leather edition of one of our titles

Look, I know the rule of thumb in NYC is “don’t pick up anything discarded because it’s likely crawling with bedbugs that all have HPV” but, I figure, if they haven’t quarantined the office, I’m good.

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brooklynbookgirl:

publishinginvoices:

ebooknothings:

lifeinsmallpresspublishing:

publishinginvoices:

*sneeks up to all of the publishing tumblrs* *whispers* ~BEA~

Should we all wear some secret code thing so we know who we are without giving it away to everyone else?  Everyone on tumblr can keep a secret, right?

I’ve been considering attaching a subtle blue t to my badge and seeing who asks me about it.

I’m for some subtle communication.

I’m more in favor of some subtle happy hour-ing. 

brooklynbookgirl:

publishinginvoices:

ebooknothings:

lifeinsmallpresspublishing:

publishinginvoices:

*sneeks up to all of the publishing tumblrs* *whispers* ~BEA~

Should we all wear some secret code thing so we know who we are without giving it away to everyone else?  Everyone on tumblr can keep a secret, right?

I’ve been considering attaching a subtle blue t to my badge and seeing who asks me about it.

I’m for some subtle communication.

I’m more in favor of some subtle happy hour-ing.