Polishing Turds

All over America, in fact, people were up and out of their beds today in a continuing effort to polish turds. Sure, for the sake of survival, but more immediately, for the sake of some sadistic manager or shit-brained client whose small imagination and numbingly dumb ideas were bleaching the world of all relevancy and hope. And meanwhile, that mad-bearded fellow there with his crossed legs could hardly life his grease-caked hands to make it a little easier for someone to flip him a quarter.
-Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End, 237

Wasting wasted time.

We told him to get on with it. We liked wasting time, but almost nothing was more annoying than having our wasted time wasted on something not worth wasting it on.
- Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End, 53