my jobs have not been so much bad as soul destroyingespecially working for Jessops (mutter mutter, grr). As the only girl who had ever worked there no bugger believed that i knew anything about photography. This may not seem so bad except that i had a degree in the damn subject.
Customers would ask to speak to a man who could help them with techinical issues (like picking the right type of film) or just fail to make eye contact with me and try to attract the attention of the blokes in the shop
i have a Masters degree in photography now, i'm 27 and i have to open post and answer phones and not admit to knowing how to use a computer
last week a colleuge was admiring the stationary cupboard and praising the girl that had arranged it all
'I'd have never have thought to tear the tops of the boxes' said she
'thats coz i done art, see' came the very welshy reply
no offence to welshys
(Customers would ask to speak to a man who could help them with techinical issues (like picking the right type of film) or just fail to make eye contact with me and try to attract the attention of the blokes in the shop
i have a Masters degree in photography now, i'm 27 and i have to open post and answer phones and not admit to knowing how to use a computer
last week a colleuge was admiring the stationary cupboard and praising the girl that had arranged it all
'I'd have never have thought to tear the tops of the boxes' said she
'thats coz i done art, see' came the very welshy reply
no offence to welshys
Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 20:00,
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