I've just been kindly informed that next week I'll be rotated to work upstairs in Artisan. That's the Art Department for the rest of you. Supposedly it's hell on earth, of a sort/fashion. Fashion. The irony. What will I be doing there?
Not Googling Earth.
Not Facebooking.
Not retrieving telephone numbers and emailing hotels.
I will be cataloging props. All day. For two weeks.
Am I worried? Not particularly, considering that I've done similar work both in the SPF with the evidence room and also with ironing bales of cloth at Nsemble for my aunt. Monotony, I can handle. Let's just hope the other thing doesn't happen though...
Not Googling Earth.
Not Facebooking.
Not retrieving telephone numbers and emailing hotels.
I will be cataloging props. All day. For two weeks.
Am I worried? Not particularly, considering that I've done similar work both in the SPF with the evidence room and also with ironing bales of cloth at Nsemble for my aunt. Monotony, I can handle. Let's just hope the other thing doesn't happen though...
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