Bad Sign Number Six Million And Sixteen

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Wonderful Weirdos Day
Admission Day (California)
Birthday - Colonel Sanders (KFC)
Chrysanthemum Day (Japan)
Independence Day (Tajikistan)

 

At my workplace, I am tall like giant.

 

This is a little alarming, since I am an unimpressive 5’4”.  Sure, I was wearing slight heels, but normally those do not make me tower over people like a giraffe in a roomful of penguins.  Nice middle-aged lady penguins. With piercing voices.*

 

The good news is that in a few months, if all goes well I can do this job from The Comfort Of My Own Home, which I pretended to be interested in because of the cost of gas, but which I’m really interested in because that way there’ll be no one around to notice that I am omg surfing the internetz/reading/writing the next bestselling fantasy saga between calls.  At work we are only allowed to read stuff pertaining to our work itself.  I am going to bring my Hitchhiker’s Guides and tiny stealth notebooks for easy sneakage.

 

But till then, I abandon my Hitchhiker’s Guides in favor of … well, of the same basic thing.  SPOAR: IT CALLS TO ME. My orlys have just entered civilization, and while their political structure is not quite the bizarro version of the one in The Gate To Women’s Country,** it’s still been fun to build.  I’m off to do Moar Spoar!

 

 

*Customer Service should require people to pass a voice test. The lady next to me sounds like pre-merged Twinrova.  I keep expecting her to solve her callers’ problems with fairy dust or just turning them into toads.

 

**Only with actual gender relations to replace her idiot anti-man rants and without the really lame plot and doofus characters.

 

Comments

[lookingforwater.livejournal.com]

But but but you can't have a job.

I haven't discussed the werewolf romance with you! I need to know if it's horrible of me to add one in where it previously was not because Scott Cohen brings me to my happy place.

ETA: Which is to say, I have missed youuuuuu...

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

I know! I keep seeing your messages when you've already left! It's terrible.

I may be online more once the training evens out. After the Santa Cruz trip, that is.

Meanwhile, I say take whatever road leads to more Scott Coheny goodness. And I also say, yes, FUCK CS LEWIS.

I'll try to talk to you soon!

[lookingforwater.livejournal.com]

Well, Mikhail and Wolf don't have much in common other than being weres (technically Mik's some fancyschmancy "wildling" or whatever but COME ON, HE HAS EARS... fluffy adorable skritchable ears...) a Thing about the female protagonist's scent, and being in jail when we meet them. Mikhail is actually innocent, mind.