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November 9, 2009
I have the upmost respect for those who work at QVC.

Constantly prattling on about one of the most undesireable objects possible, desperatly trying to think of something to say that will get the Great British Public to purchase a plastic, flouresant snowglobe that also plays 50 Christmas tunes (which all sound surprising similar...). Whilst talking about 'unique, hand crafted, one time only' products, you can see the desperation in their eyes. A dull glint, trying to communicate.

Why am I doing this? What happened to the young child wanting to be a nurse? What happened to my self-respect?