The Cats are Home

January 15, 2009

Today, the cats got out of kitty jail and came home. Its weird having them home again. They are noisy, angry and have me constantly worried about misbehavior and jumping out of windows. My allergies are working overtime and I want to kill the cats because they are acting like brats. But its good to have them home. It seems almost normal.

Anyway, work wise. I’m currently interning as a copywriter and its turning out to be quite an experience. The thing is, I am both in my comfort zone and yet completely out of my depth. I feel like I’ve been doing some of the stuff for ages, vetting copy, its like reading through other people’s essays and correcting them even though I was petrified I might come off as a total grammar nazi but today I was given permission to be one. But then there’s the whole creative brainstorming thing to think up of copy for stuff and I am just so bad at that because I haven’t the least idea how to go about it. But since the point of an internship is to learn, well, I guess being out of my depth is expected. And yes, I am learning, it is thrilling to mess around with words and I like writing. What I’m not sure I like it the level of neuroticism that comes with creative word crafting. I might very well go completely insane worrying over whether an idea or a copy I thought of is good enough or not but I think its a treatable issue. Anyway, so far, enjoying work.

Posted in Familial Weirdness | Tags: Cats, Work