A weary clerk walks down a peeling-paint hallway of the Copyright Office carrying a cinder block past signs that read 'CREATIVITY TAKES TIME. SO DO WE.' and 'APPLICATIONS WAITING SINCE 1978.'

Career Opportunities

Literally none.

Every single person here wishes they went to medical school… or became a corrections officer.

I would literally rather work in a Siberian labor camp than work here.

Don’t merely click away from this page… rip your power cord out of the wall and smash your computer. Do ANYTHINGthat you need to do to make sure you don’t wind up here.

Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Sincerely,
The “Team” at the Copyright Office

PS — F the Trademark Office. Those government elitist fraternity spoiled douchebags. SCREW THEM! Screw ’em! I hate those guys… (but if you hear anything about something opening over there, would you let me know?)