There's a theory that if you die and go to hell (we all sin, admit it ;), there's a tiny personalised version of your greatest fear waiting for you.
My personal hell (at this moment) is working behind a giftwrap counter on the last saturday before Xmas.
As I type this I'm in the hotelshop again, and I've giftwrapped too much shit today.
So, what does YOUR personal hell look like?
My personal hell (at this moment) is working behind a giftwrap counter on the last saturday before Xmas.
As I type this I'm in the hotelshop again, and I've giftwrapped too much shit today.
So, what does YOUR personal hell look like?
- Current Mood:
frustrated - Current Music:Marvin Gaye - What's going on?
Comments
How would you fit?
Hmm, tough one. I think it would be sitting at the artists table, forcing to go into every request of every fanboi in the room.
Off topic:
http://www.bnn.nl/view/3538408/3543499/3567517
Perhaps something for you?
Balloons. Balloons everywhere. Eeek.
Oh, and stupid people ;P