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My life keeps making me ask just what the hell happened and how did I end up in... this. Whatever "this" is, anyway. But I think I'll just roll with it.
Unrelated to the first paragraph: I didn't in fact ever write in my journal when I got a new job last November. Well. Same library, but main branch. I have a permanent job as a library clerk, dealing with music, movies, games, some YA things, social media, and... well, lots of stuff. Officially I'm the music department clerk. Did I mention it's permanent? (For the non-Finns, it's... kind of like tenure, I guess. I'm employed until explicitly fired for a very good reason, and in this line of work, that's not really likely.)
Other things I'm doing: being chair of the local small anime club, being obsessed with The Vampire Diaries tv show, awaiting Guild Wars 2 release like a five-year-old awaits christmas, and co-habiting with two cats instead of just one. I've also been getting into makeup and stuff, which might amuse people who knew me ten years ago.
Unrelated to the first paragraph: I didn't in fact ever write in my journal when I got a new job last November. Well. Same library, but main branch. I have a permanent job as a library clerk, dealing with music, movies, games, some YA things, social media, and... well, lots of stuff. Officially I'm the music department clerk. Did I mention it's permanent? (For the non-Finns, it's... kind of like tenure, I guess. I'm employed until explicitly fired for a very good reason, and in this line of work, that's not really likely.)
Other things I'm doing: being chair of the local small anime club, being obsessed with The Vampire Diaries tv show, awaiting Guild Wars 2 release like a five-year-old awaits christmas, and co-habiting with two cats instead of just one. I've also been getting into makeup and stuff, which might amuse people who knew me ten years ago.