When I grow up...

I WANT TO BE NOTHING AT ALL. OK so i couldnt think of an entirely suitable MCR lyric to quote but this one seems OK for this post on the joys of work experience. So i'm there for a week at some little art gallery and today was my first day so i got there nice and early to make a good impression and all that and it was basically deserted. The gallery was locked up so i was left to wander around outside in Hurricane Katia with a load of statues and sculptures for company and it was starting to feel a bit like the Snow Queens castle in Narnia with all these dog sculptures staring at me when somebody eventually opened the doors and then I basically spent the entire day doing little things that somehow managed to fill the 7 hours I was there. Note to self-DO NOT under any circumstances get a job in an art gallery

J