Two jobs can have the same name but be very different things. Examples crop up for me on a Thursday, when I work two jobs as a personal assistant, in two very different worlds. In the morning I work for Will, in his office whose walls are held together with tiny post-it notes, attending to things like filing. His filing system is not very mad, it’s pretty organised for years’ and years’ worth of stuff. I have an unsorted pile of must-keep papers from the last eight months. Will suggests I take note of the labels on his box files so that I can group things accordingly; this is fine for ‘From Bank’ and even ‘Parental Correspondence’, but there are things I’ll have to check with him. Where, for example, do I place a photocopied A4 doodle, completely unlabelled, of various hallucinatory monsters in some kind of maze?   More...