Mine was surprisingly good....
Although the fat cow who set it up attempted to make it hell.
I had a friend who managed to get a placement at a high-profile guitar shop and he told me they still had a slot open. Being a budding little shredder I gave them a ring and actually scored myself a placement. Mrs. Thompson (that would be the fat cow) had different ideas. She stopped me from attending my 6 stringed nirvana as she had got me her own placement. My protests went unheard and so I was doomed to spend 1 week in a folk music shop and another week watching ponces recite Shakespear in a college theater. I hated Thompson already, she never did any work yet always claimed to be busy in a shrill voice. I happen to know (through looking through the window in her door) that she spent these moments of busyness scoffing her lardy face with digestive biscuits! But this was the icing on the cake.
I had no choice but to arrive at the Folk music shop on my first day. They must have been chuffed to see that the school sent them their only Black Metal kid. My duties for the day involved tuning all the instuments. The guitars were a piece of cake but harps?? You have to do the bastards twice as the tuning doesn't stick first time. Besides this initial boredom at the mundane tasks I realised that the owner and his subordinate were actually very nice people. I became of aware of some intriguing instruments through that week and spent most of my days in the corner jamming on the small range of electric guitars that they had on offer. My favourite was a Les Paul made of transparent blue acrylic.
Long week short, I had a pretty good time and I now get a hefty discount from the awesome bloke who runs the shop. Stick that you gellatinous blob!
The second, and , final week was yet another attempt to bring a brother down. I was to work in the drama department of the local college. Oh joy. The tasks in this job were mundane to the extreme (sorting out lenses in order of colour anyone?). The biggest highpoint was being taught how to rig up and control the lighting. Focusing it into peoples eyes when they're trying to rehearse lines became a favourite pastime. I think my boss sensed my immense boredom and for the final two days I was transferred to the recording studio! I had no problem with setting up amps and mics and I definately had no problem with sitting on a leather chair and watching Metal bands record. The second day was by far the best. A young band by the name of Polaris were recording their demo and they quite simply blew me away. (They later split up and the frontman went on to found Deadfall who have played with Exodus and are quickly becoming Thrash legends). Anyway, what was a meager attempt to belittle me turned into 2 weeks of sitting down and playing guitar. I had the time of my frickin' life. Thanks Mrs. Thompson, you despicaple abomination :)

No apologies for length. I'm quite satisfied with it.
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