Well, yesterday was decent. Had an email through to my boss from 'daz's' boss saying how he appreciated all the work I put in to get their images just right and it shows through on their final prints, he thought they looked corking. So that was pelasing. Second electricity job went canny, 'daz' approved it pretty much straight away. You feel bloody glamourous when you are photoshopping out rugby players spots and manky moles like. Apparently a top photographer wants to help represent us and to work with him and will be throwing us all sorts of work, including some fashion reotuching work. I'd really like to do fashion retouching at some point, I've done a but of the people stuff before but it's definitely an area I want more of on my portfolio. In a way I guess it should make me feel sad that I would be creating terribly unrealistic images for young girls to aspire to or something, but fuck it, I enjoy the challenge. I already am a cog in the advertising machine so I think I abandonded my morals a long time ago.
Christ this job the lad in work has done is absolutely fucking shocking. I need at least another day on this and hopefully my boss can spin them out for a bit as it's a very very important client who has given us hods of work so we can't let them down.
This is fuck boring aint it really? Well, i'll fuck off and get back to work
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