They Made Me Do It

Okay, so they come up to my desk right. I turn and look at them, they hold a pile of job sheets. Fear grips my heart - what is it? what could they possibly make me do now?

They slam them onto the table top and my eyes race to see the client description – Foodland! Oh no! How could they do this to me? I'm so good to them, I don't deserve this, they know I don't want it. The production manager looks me in the eye and I know this means business, I'm going to have to do work for a blatantly cheap, friendly retail supermarket.

I hear the brief, their mouths opening and closing but my eyes are a little glazed over and I only hear a muffled sound, as if I am not there. I stare the the empty screen momentarily, before I realise what I must do. This banner, to be installed over all checkouts in Sefton Park Foodland must be done one way... the Elliott way.

(click to check it out at a larger size - pure aesthetic masturbation)