Here I am, a graphic designer at a design hotel, hating design.
Why is it that every time I walk down the corridor on my floor, at a certain spot, this ”sprinkling” kind of music is heard? The sound is triggered by people passing and it's like the sort of jingle that would be used inbetween the different entries of the Swedish heats of the Eurovision Song Contest, about when the artists stop and make funny faces to the camera, saying we-don't-really-take-this-so-seriously.
Also, for the first time ever I could use a desk in my room but it's been designed away and replaced by an unsteady round design table with three silly legs.
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