Dear Diary
Yuck, I woke up this morning with a really bad pain in my head, for a moment I thought that I might be pregnant or something. I could not remember for the life of me what happened last night, thankfully my dairy was written so I established that I hadn't done anything dodgy. Well, I did something stupid in talking to Artemis, but that was just childish ignorance.
It was, in fact, a very stupid thing to do. Hera sent for me to come and be given my godly assignment, which I was ever so slightly nervous about, expecting to be given something like 'goddess of dung-beatles, or anything equally repulsive. It was like my first job interview or something, I worried all the way there about what my hair looked like, whether she would approve of my outfit- then I remembered that Hera is my mother and therefore, by some strange and constant factor would despise what I was wearing. I would put this in my god rule book, except I think that it is just a rule for mothers in general, nothing to do with being a goddess. Depressing, isn't it? I think mother dearest is slightly annoyed that I'm not an actual baby, I don't have to wear any of those goddess-awful baby romper suits and stuff though, which is of course a bonus for me. Plus I mean, yesterday morning she didn't have a daughter called Athene, she just had a husband with a really bad headache...now she has me, and a hangover. Thankfully though, I miss the traumas of childhood- all the rubbish with falling over and scraping your knees, your first crush, talking in a stupid voice and having people say 'wooda-wooda' to you, as if that would mean anything even to a baby! Nope, straight onto adulthood and my first job, none of that lazing about for me, it's going to be the life of a goddess of crappy things for me, I assumed.
Well, got to Hera's place and was brought in with a formal sort of smile- you know, the ones which people have whilst their eyes are saying 'you're scum compared to me, but I have to be nice to you as you're the [insert 'no good punk' if appropriate] kid of my boss' Almost pulled my first teenage strop, but just as I was getting ready to start, Hera came out and gave me such a mighty...glare that I changed my mind about how wise that would be. Plenty of time for that in the future, I thought, giving evil stares at the goddess who had let me in. Hehe.
Hera sat me down in front of her desk, which was really weird as goddesses should not have big desks. For some reason I was in a chair that went round and round, which I did a couple of times until Hera glared at me, so I ground slowly to a halt and tried to look mature and dignified. She started speaking to me in a very soft voice, telling me how I had come to be with them in a very strange set of circumstances, although of course no one will actually tell me how I managed to come to be inside Zeus' head, which sucks a bit. Anyway, eventually, after explaining a huge amount of time on Olympic ethos, work practices and stuff, she came to give me my placement. I got- drum roll please- war and wisdom. Hmm. Do they go together? I suppose they are better than I thought that they would be, but...they seem like an odd combination. Not to mention that the god of war is that Ares bloke, who definitely seems like a dodgy sort of person to me. I am sure I can do a well better job than him, although us sharing a job might mean that I have to talk to him once in a while. I think I'll put a bit more emphasis on the wisdom side- it's cool that it is a female to get the role of being wise, I approve already.
Was very pleased coming out of Hera's room, not only as I had a job that rocked, but as she was glaring at me and stuff. Talked to Hermes on my way back to my room- apparently Hera hates me as I'm not her kid! But Zeus thinks that I'm the coolest thing before sliced bread, and made me get the job as he didn't want me to be the wimpy one Hera had to mind [goddess of no-significant value or impact, or, although I wince to say what I almost became *sigh* the goddess of flowers and grasses. Because yes, a child is born fully armed from her Dad's head, and your first thought is 'bet flower arrangers would like to pray to her' Freak]
Anyway, that was about it for the day, I spent the rest hiding in my room as I heard that Artemis, Hestia and Demeter all wanted to congratulate me upon my job, and I really did not fancy being bored to death before my first day on the job!
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review please so that I can tell if this is working out- sorry if it was not that funny, it's one of those annoying chapters to develop the basis for a plot- and I am making excuses, sorry :P
Yuck, I woke up this morning with a really bad pain in my head, for a moment I thought that I might be pregnant or something. I could not remember for the life of me what happened last night, thankfully my dairy was written so I established that I hadn't done anything dodgy. Well, I did something stupid in talking to Artemis, but that was just childish ignorance.
It was, in fact, a very stupid thing to do. Hera sent for me to come and be given my godly assignment, which I was ever so slightly nervous about, expecting to be given something like 'goddess of dung-beatles, or anything equally repulsive. It was like my first job interview or something, I worried all the way there about what my hair looked like, whether she would approve of my outfit- then I remembered that Hera is my mother and therefore, by some strange and constant factor would despise what I was wearing. I would put this in my god rule book, except I think that it is just a rule for mothers in general, nothing to do with being a goddess. Depressing, isn't it? I think mother dearest is slightly annoyed that I'm not an actual baby, I don't have to wear any of those goddess-awful baby romper suits and stuff though, which is of course a bonus for me. Plus I mean, yesterday morning she didn't have a daughter called Athene, she just had a husband with a really bad headache...now she has me, and a hangover. Thankfully though, I miss the traumas of childhood- all the rubbish with falling over and scraping your knees, your first crush, talking in a stupid voice and having people say 'wooda-wooda' to you, as if that would mean anything even to a baby! Nope, straight onto adulthood and my first job, none of that lazing about for me, it's going to be the life of a goddess of crappy things for me, I assumed.
Well, got to Hera's place and was brought in with a formal sort of smile- you know, the ones which people have whilst their eyes are saying 'you're scum compared to me, but I have to be nice to you as you're the [insert 'no good punk' if appropriate] kid of my boss' Almost pulled my first teenage strop, but just as I was getting ready to start, Hera came out and gave me such a mighty...glare that I changed my mind about how wise that would be. Plenty of time for that in the future, I thought, giving evil stares at the goddess who had let me in. Hehe.
Hera sat me down in front of her desk, which was really weird as goddesses should not have big desks. For some reason I was in a chair that went round and round, which I did a couple of times until Hera glared at me, so I ground slowly to a halt and tried to look mature and dignified. She started speaking to me in a very soft voice, telling me how I had come to be with them in a very strange set of circumstances, although of course no one will actually tell me how I managed to come to be inside Zeus' head, which sucks a bit. Anyway, eventually, after explaining a huge amount of time on Olympic ethos, work practices and stuff, she came to give me my placement. I got- drum roll please- war and wisdom. Hmm. Do they go together? I suppose they are better than I thought that they would be, but...they seem like an odd combination. Not to mention that the god of war is that Ares bloke, who definitely seems like a dodgy sort of person to me. I am sure I can do a well better job than him, although us sharing a job might mean that I have to talk to him once in a while. I think I'll put a bit more emphasis on the wisdom side- it's cool that it is a female to get the role of being wise, I approve already.
Was very pleased coming out of Hera's room, not only as I had a job that rocked, but as she was glaring at me and stuff. Talked to Hermes on my way back to my room- apparently Hera hates me as I'm not her kid! But Zeus thinks that I'm the coolest thing before sliced bread, and made me get the job as he didn't want me to be the wimpy one Hera had to mind [goddess of no-significant value or impact, or, although I wince to say what I almost became *sigh* the goddess of flowers and grasses. Because yes, a child is born fully armed from her Dad's head, and your first thought is 'bet flower arrangers would like to pray to her' Freak]
Anyway, that was about it for the day, I spent the rest hiding in my room as I heard that Artemis, Hestia and Demeter all wanted to congratulate me upon my job, and I really did not fancy being bored to death before my first day on the job!
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review please so that I can tell if this is working out- sorry if it was not that funny, it's one of those annoying chapters to develop the basis for a plot- and I am making excuses, sorry :P