Personal Log #1
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It's a zoo in this office. A zoo with animals from several different planets and realities, some of which follow wholly different laws of physics and biology than others. A zoo that's had five different head keepers in the last year, each of which has utterly reorganized the cages and the feeding schedule and the visitor charges. Well, OK, maybe I'm stretching that analogy a bit too far, but the truth is that it's hard to find anything in here. I'm starting to see why Tiranel got the surname of a student from an OFU instead of her parents' names.
*sigh*
In other news, the case with Glorfindel went well. It wasn't abuser!Glorfindel, thankfully, just a badly-written and OOC generic threeway slashfic involving Elrond. We got Glorfindel clothed again, fed him wine and a decent Elven meal, and reminded him that Elrond was married. He seems to trust me well enough--perhaps the fact that I'm green all over helps. Not that he'll ever see the "all over"--I'm his caseworker, for the Lady's sake--but I'm sure being tree-coloured hasn't hurt my credibility.
I refuse to comment on the fact that this office DOES NOT HAVE a computer alarm like most response centres do. If I say anything about that, the Laws of Comedy will find some other way to torture me.
...Crap.
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It's a zoo in this office. A zoo with animals from several different planets and realities, some of which follow wholly different laws of physics and biology than others. A zoo that's had five different head keepers in the last year, each of which has utterly reorganized the cages and the feeding schedule and the visitor charges. Well, OK, maybe I'm stretching that analogy a bit too far, but the truth is that it's hard to find anything in here. I'm starting to see why Tiranel got the surname of a student from an OFU instead of her parents' names.
*sigh*
In other news, the case with Glorfindel went well. It wasn't abuser!Glorfindel, thankfully, just a badly-written and OOC generic threeway slashfic involving Elrond. We got Glorfindel clothed again, fed him wine and a decent Elven meal, and reminded him that Elrond was married. He seems to trust me well enough--perhaps the fact that I'm green all over helps. Not that he'll ever see the "all over"--I'm his caseworker, for the Lady's sake--but I'm sure being tree-coloured hasn't hurt my credibility.
I refuse to comment on the fact that this office DOES NOT HAVE a computer alarm like most response centres do. If I say anything about that, the Laws of Comedy will find some other way to torture me.
...Crap.
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