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Good news and bad.
First, the good. Today was my first day as a legal consultant for Wayne Enterprises. It went... well. It was interesting to see this side of the company, when I'd formerly been employed here as a mere secretary (by the way, Bruce, you're still ass for that). No one has given me any trouble about the fact that I'm dating the guy who signs my ( Read more... ) -
I got the job!
I am now an official member of the Wayne Enterprises legal team. They gave me a really nice pen that has the department name and everything on it. I got a phone call this morning asking me if I could go in for a follow-up interview, but I guess they'd already made their decision. I met my co-workers today. They all seemed... very professional. The ( Read more... ) -
I have a job interview tomorrow.
Now, I know what you're thinking: who's going to hire a disfigured serial killer? The answer, of course, is my boyfriend. Heh. What I mean is I'm interviewing for a job tomorrow with Wayne Enterprises, as part of the legal team. Bruce will have some input, of course, but the final decision lies with the head of the department.
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I'm... cured?
That was strange.
I'm not exactly sure what just happened or how, but... I feel a bit better. I think it's just me and Two-Face for the time being. Which, as far as mental roommates go, isn't all that bad. I think we can work with this.
Joan even said I might get released soon. That's- God, it would be fantasticI probably shouldn't get my hopes ( Read more... ) -
I'm... back.
I mean, it's me again. Harvey.
I'm not exactly sure how long it's been, or how long I've been gone. I don't remember anything since I- I don't remember anything after the Batcave. But I'm living with Lex now, so that's good. There's some woman here I don't recognize, and she seems to strongly dislike me, but... I'm living with Lex.
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Oh my God, I'm so BORED. Nothing to do right now but laze around the safe house and think of new and inventive ways to piss off Lex (and Kitty). I've long since gone through his liquor, and I'm reasonably sure that there are honest-to-God lasers guarding the food, so that's out. And his idiot girlfriend already reprogrammed the DVR (goddammit, ( Read more... )
