I had two weeks when I was 16.
(The girl sat next to me is reading QOTW too. Hello there.)

The first week I spent at my local paper (typical headline: Cat rescued from tall tree), typing up all the crappy little side articles no one wanted to do, making tea and pretending to be interested in how a paper is assembled. Also, playing Solitaire and checking my emails.

Second week I went to a law firm in Leicester. This mainly involved sending bills to people "we saved your arse, you owe us lots of money" and being sworn to secrecy about who these letters were for. Sadly I didn't know anyone. Oh, and filing. They looked like they'd saved up all the paperwork for work experience fortnight and there were three trolleyloads of it, all in those yellow folders. It took a fucking age.

Oh, and during that week I was eating my lunch at a desk and looked up to find what I would have assumed was Brian Blessed looking at me.

BB: ARE YOU MARRIED?
Me: Uh, no. I'm 16.
BB: I AM LOOKING FOR A WIFE!
Me: That's... nice.
BB: ARE YOU SURE?
Me: Yes. Thank you.
Other lawyer guy: Ah, I see you've met the office sex beast.
Me : (the face Stan makes sometimes in South Park that looks like ><)

Sadly, he was not Teh Blessed, just someone who really, really looked like him, and the only things I really learned were that I didn't want to be a journalist or a lawyer.
( Maladicta, Sat 12 May 2007, 14:19, Reply)