Another Sunday, another day at PMA.
We had birthday number two - Ms Pullin's - and celebrated in traditional fashion with Debbie's home-made chocolate cake. However, festivities were short-lived as we had Teeline to press on with.
Next weekend is our last with Allison (if that's how you spell it) before our shorthand exam. The good news is we're practising 80-words a minute now. I say we're practising 80-words a minute but what I mean is we did it once. And I say we...
Everybody's still plugging away with magazine work. There's still so much to do but I think we'll find the time to get it all done. It's not as if we have to prepare our folders for a visit from an independent examiner and revise for a (mock) media law exam. Or do we?
So the long and the short of it is it's as manic as always at PMA headquarters. But that's the beauty of this course, I suppose.
Bizarre moment of the day:
Gemma's Irish/American accent while on the phone to her friend. It was confusing enough just to hear it but even more puzzling to find out she wasn't entirely aware she was doing it. Hmm