I must say, I’m not feeling very enthusiastic at the moment. About anything.
This could be because I’m currently reading a very angsty story on the Fan Fiction Forums (you didn’t really think I’d give up that particular hobby, did ya? I haven’t written anything in yonks, though), which means plenty of sniffling at poor, tortured Obi-Wan Kenobi’s plight – but the real reason, I suspect, might be a conversation with my sort-of boss, who informed me that I really, really needed to work on my reporting skills. She was comforting, of course, knowing full well that I had no journalistic background to speak of, but did say that she was going to be very frank and all. Needless to say, it was all quite depressing. We needed to have a talk, she informed me with some foreboding, before I went out on assignments. I’m quite sure I know what that means …
Or not. I’m trying to keep my fingers crossed here.
At least she said that my features stuff was good.
You know what they say about counting your blessings? Try counting when you really have some.
PS: Apologies for the depressing post. I’m going to aim for something more …fluffy, the next time.
