That's my job.
I have other pictures on my phone.
Better ones, compositionally.
My phone was having issues exporting.
Occasionally if the machine gets jammed, I have to open it, stick my hands into potential death and rip the paper from its jaws.
You should be jealous.
Because I am. And I already have the job. That's saying something.
Yesterday I was told that I can listen to my iPod. [It's really loud in there.] So today I may have some sort of entertainment and ear-break from the droning machines.
When I walked into my house at almost ten last night, my dad asked if I found myself a career choice.
I definitely found myself a career choice.