I'm watching you!
Please don't watch me.
I'm sorry but it's my job.
You have a job to watch me?
Yes they pay me to watch you and report back to the corporate big wigs the exact nature of all your doings.
I don't feel so good.
That's because it doesn't feel good to be watched; unless you're into some freaky sex shit.
I don't believe you.
You can believe what you want but the fact remains that I stand in front of you with this camera. Say cheese.
Please don't point that camera at me.
It's my job; I'm a professional.
You're distracting me from my work.
You're distracting me from my work too. If you wouldn't talk to me so much and focus on working then I can focus on taking pictures of you working.
This job isn't as fun anymore now that I know people are watching me.
It's called work; it's not called fun.
I still like to have fun when I'm working, it makes me feel like I have a little sense of dignity.
My job is to take away your dignity.
I would rather keep it.
Sorry it's already in my camera awaiting shipment to corporate where they will then judge you and your worthiness.
I'm depressed.
Good I'm doing my job.
I'm numb.
Now you're getting the hang of things.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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