When I was little girl I dreamed of working as a journalist.
It was Friday when they called me with some editing, and gave me a wonderful message: "She was admitted to you our team. Monday will begin work as a lady-journalist." I was glad to.
Monday. I got up at 7 so as not to miss and make a good impression. I was a little stressed. I met people with whom I will be working. I got the first day of praise for the material that I prepared. I was proud of myself. Was not so awful as I imagined