Where dry wit and awkward moments of sweetness are replaced by long hours of repetitive counting, hours upon hours of swearing at an inventory system, and the occasional lawsuit. You know, a desk job. But hey, at least I’ve got a picture of a window and an assistant that might eventually try to shank me. (Just kidding mom, don’t worry hes cool.) (seriously though, hes got this crazy laugh…)
No comments:
Post a Comment