After being introduced by Rona to the other people who were in the magazine's office, Sacha found herself again standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Rona, fresh from cleansing yet another article of typos, approached her.

"You look a little lost, mate" she said.

"Well . . ." Sacha was reluctant to admit it, but she felt that way as well. If she was back home she would be able to relax, or at least be unconcerned about what she was meant to be doing, but here she was standing around feeling helpless while people buzzed with activity all around her. She didn't like it.

"Here." Rona placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her to another part of the room. "Use this computer. I need a break anyway." Realisation suddenly came over Rona. ". . . And . . . Si hasn't told you what you're meant to be doing, has he?"

"Well, he's told me it's a weekly blog review - but other than that, no, no not really."

Rona gritted her teeth. "Honestly, sometimes I could throttle him. He's so fucking useless!"

Sacha looked around a little nervously. Rona was talking rather loudly than seemed wise. On the other hand, nobody seemed to be paying any attention.

"Oh, don't worry about it" continued Rona. Everyone knows how I feel. Si just laughs it off anyway. When he even notices."

"Riiiight . . ." Sacha looked back at her. "And -" she spoke almost in a whisper, not confident enough yet of her own position in the magazine to be as bold as Rona. "How did you manage to persuade me to come here, again?"

Rona laughed, though she managed to do so while still scowling about Si. "Oh, you'll have fun. Don't worry. And sometimes I need someone to keep me sane here. Anyway -" she sat Sacha down at the computer. "Well, I guess you just start by searching for blogs. Oh -" Rona turned her head as somebody called her name. "I've gotta go. Get started, though. Just dive in!"

On her own again, and for lack of any ideas about how to proceed, Sacha started by doing a Google search for 'blog': "Oh, fucking hell . . ." she muttered as the search took 0.26 seconds to return 100,000,000 pages. "Well now what the fuck am I supposed to do?" She clicked idly on a few links, and found: a bone-dry dissertation on the "new media"; a surprisingly popular teenage diary which on principal she refused to read, at least until she'd exhausted other possibilities; and a web-hosting service, specialising in blogs. When she clicked on this last link and was presented with seemingly several thousand more pages, she determined one thing: she might be writing a blog review, but she was damned if she was going to even mention that word in any column that bore her name.