Personal Log, Lt. Jen Lee

Stardate 9903.13

Jen walks down the seaside coast of California at sunset, the sky turning beautiful shades of pink and purple while a soft breeze picks up her hair and tosses it behind her shoulders. Feeling the wet sand beneath her feet, and the cool water coming up to her ankles, she walks and thinks, doing all she knows to attempt to meditate. She walks up to a small cabana in the dunes, and sits on a folding recliner to watch the rest of the sunset.

"The amount of responsibility entailed in running a department on a ship the size of the Federation is daunting. I guess I can understand why I've had some real bears for a boss in the past." She chuckles. "Trying to get everyone to get along, not get bored, keep them interested, and make it all run."

"Maybe we should just go get drunk once a week as a department. Tequila shots for a couple hours ... that'll keep morale up." She giggles, and gives it serious thought as she leaves the holodeck and readies for her next shift.