Back at work after impromptu “business conference” also known as “boot camp for untrained super powered agents to make them less… well untrained.” (Okay so that title doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, so we’ll just stick to the former)
One thing I can say about intensive four week training programmes is that they take your mind off your personal or professional problems. Such as my non existent social life (mainly revolving around the young single mum who lives next door, with whom I drink as much wine as possible whenever she can get a babysitter) or my work life (which is spent watching people who are much prettier than me flirt with each other... or argue… or brood… there’s also some filing in there somewhere) or even my tendency to get into life threatening situations or put other at risk, or end up owing evil pricks a favour and then receive a horribly unsettling mystery package from said prick which makes me think that favour is going to land me in jail or get me killed or worse… Breathe Lee, Breathe.
Okay I am calm.
Like I said, these past few weeks have been a pleasant distraction for me.
Oh well I guess real life begins again.
