◀ Friday, March 28, 2008
I swear my whole world stopped when I found out the publishing company I'm interning at deals with watches. That's what you get (no, not when you let your heart win) when you purposely screw around on a SPH test. A magazine dedicated to fucking watches. Fuck. High-end watches, to be specific. But still!
Watches. God! Ugh. I don't want to write about watches, I don't want to read about watches, hell, I DON'T EVEN WEAR A WATCH! This is going to be the longest six months of my life. I should have self-secured at Midas or somefink. Oh well, on the brighter side, at least it's not a shipping company and I'm not dealing with
internal communications. Lol sorry Qianru.