For a period, I freelanced on a famous music title that had been reduced to a staff of three. The little red light on my desk phone was constantly blinking. The passcode must have been written nearby because I soon discovered the message bank was FULL of enquiries. I started jotting down the details in a notepad until the editor told me not to bother. They'd given up on answering. They couldn't worry about stuff like that and get the next issue out.
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