So, my boss needs a new name for the new Neopian world. It’s the Land of Legends. Something epic and Hellenic and stuff like that.
I’ve come up with about fifty different names for him, and his reply to each one is, “No.”
Not why he didn’t like it or what he didn’t like about it. Just “No.”
I’m sitting at my desk, trying to think of something new — when I remember everyone who ever worked for me say, “John is so hard to work for! He likes things or doesn’t like them, and it just seems random!”
Well, it wasn’t random. Some things “fit,” and others didn’t. The subtle nuances of storytelling. Some secrets can’t be told. All that stuff.
Now, I’m on the other end of it. Someone once told me, “You don’t stop learning until ten minutes after you’re dead.”
I died four months ago, and I’m still learning.