Worst. Offspring. Ever.

So I'm at work, designing a newsletter for the Children's Advocacy Center, and I need a graphic with the logo on it. Being the resourceful worker I am, I go to their site, only to find something very mediocre. My first thought was, "Hmm, I need to tell mom she could have a new client because they definitely need an upgrade." I scrolled to the bottom of the page, in an attempt to find the designer's name, so I can relay this information to her and -- OMG -- she designed it. I am officially the worst daughter in the whole world. Ever. It's not really her fault that it's bad, it's just the color scheme is all off and it doesn't look professional, and the pictures are all very harsh and taken at weird angles. So yeah, I don't think I will mention her potential new client to her, on account of the fact that the firm who designed it in the first place would probably get really hurt and not speak to me for a while.

I feel bad.

But my newsletter is pretty freaking amazing, so that's one good thing.

Interntimes

So I'm finishing up my first day at my internship...it's pretty exciting mostly because I get an office all to myself, not to mention a sweet badge with the ever-so-official title "Journalism Intern" emblazened upon it. Wooo. But now I'm terribly bored because I just finished reading a book with a ridiculous amount of press releases in it and I have nothing to do for the next eight minutes. I would leave but the cool universal away-message type program they use here says Valerie, the HNIC of the admin dept (hahaha yes i did just use HNIC in reference to a job in which I have an office) and my supervisor, is out to lunch, so I can't return her superheavy book o' press releases. So yeah. She best be back by 1, otherwise I'm leaving her stuff near her door and heading out.

The end!