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Oct. 29th, 2005 05:40 pm
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Oct. 10th, 2005 06:33 amNorman?
How should I deal with this intruder from now on?
Nothing fatal. Just debilitating.
*suppresses a smirk*
How should I deal with this intruder from now on?
Nothing fatal. Just debilitating.
*suppresses a smirk*
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chick_magnet_x, front and center, yo.
Sep. 28th, 2005 08:23 amTalked to Norman last night.
We got the job. :D
He's expecting us at the Labs today at some point, for coffee, donuts, tour and contract signing.
Hot fucking damn. *does the happy "whee employed" dance!*
We got the job. :D
He's expecting us at the Labs today at some point, for coffee, donuts, tour and contract signing.
Hot fucking damn. *does the happy "whee employed" dance!*
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Sep. 21st, 2005 07:53 amSo, general update time, since I've been all 'no actual content'-y for the last couple of days.
Apparently something weird went down at the labs a couple nights ago. No real idea what. But Dez came home looking like she'd been stuffed head first in an industrial paper shredder, and that's no good. Why is it that a place devoted to science has so much weird occult shit going on all the time, hm? Riddle me that, Batman.
Made a new friend. Mad shout outz to Liz Sherman-Townshend, yo. You holla back if you need help planning your party, dear. :D
Hermes? Give me back the items you took from me. WASHED FIRST PLZ.What the hell does a god want with my undies anyway?
Went and picked up a few applications for jobs around the neighborhood. Problem: They all want my work history. Which is, um, not doable. Can you see that conversation?
Me: Yes, I worked on a space ship three hundred or three million years in the future, depending on how you look at it.
Manager of the store I'm applying at: ...somebody page security, please...?
Just wouldn't fly.
So, I'm wondering if anybody's willing to volunteer to be a "work" reference, one that would be willing to cover my butt and get sucked into my necessary web of deceit. Because I so need a job.
Apparently something weird went down at the labs a couple nights ago. No real idea what. But Dez came home looking like she'd been stuffed head first in an industrial paper shredder, and that's no good. Why is it that a place devoted to science has so much weird occult shit going on all the time, hm? Riddle me that, Batman.
Made a new friend. Mad shout outz to Liz Sherman-Townshend, yo. You holla back if you need help planning your party, dear. :D
Hermes? Give me back the items you took from me. WASHED FIRST PLZ.
Went and picked up a few applications for jobs around the neighborhood. Problem: They all want my work history. Which is, um, not doable. Can you see that conversation?
Me: Yes, I worked on a space ship three hundred or three million years in the future, depending on how you look at it.
Manager of the store I'm applying at: ...somebody page security, please...?
Just wouldn't fly.
So, I'm wondering if anybody's willing to volunteer to be a "work" reference, one that would be willing to cover my butt and get sucked into my necessary web of deceit. Because I so need a job.
