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OKAY GUYS GOT THE JOB. As in like...the job. THE job. Of a lifetime. Kinda thing.
I mean hell I'm working for Tony fucking Stark, that's just like...the coolest thing to ever happen EVER, and not just some mediocre minor job any lackey can do.
HELLO STEADY INCOME. I haven't had that in years. Not that that's the most exciting thing. My head's a little off, I'm saying things as they come, whatever. But I mean, seriously, steady income, that's kind of big. I mean, why do you think I've been a self-employed inventor all this time? Jobs. It's not--well I can't say not my thing? That's a bad thing to say. I just never had the opportunity to really do anything. I mean I only had jobs on and off and then a stint for two years and then just inventing. So. So money is sure to not be tight for once in my life.
And I get to do shit. I mean. Head of a whole department where I get to be surrounded by like-minded people who know what they're doing. I can't tell you how many times I have rambled about my gadgets to my old roomie in LA only to have him stare at me like I was the stupid one.
And oh my god. SHIELD. And Tony. And SI. Well, SM, whatever, you know. And the suit. And everything.
And this will finally get me out of Barney's place the house--and by that I mean with actual things to do.
And I don't know, this is just amazing and great.
And I'm staying at the Brownstone, too. I know Pepper had gotten me and Penny an apartment off somewhere, and that was nice, but I don't actually have to move out, so I might as well stay.
So obviously, Tony, you should not be surprised if I end up coming over in the middle of the night to talk tech. I keep ungodly hours when I'm busy.
Still worried, though. Not about the job; I'll be kickass at it. Just about other things. Yes, I know, vague Billy is oh so vague.
Tired Billy is also tired.
A good deal of passing out sounds like just what the doc ordered once I'm done.
I mean hell I'm working for Tony fucking Stark, that's just like...the coolest thing to ever happen EVER, and not just some mediocre minor job any lackey can do.
HELLO STEADY INCOME. I haven't had that in years. Not that that's the most exciting thing. My head's a little off, I'm saying things as they come, whatever. But I mean, seriously, steady income, that's kind of big. I mean, why do you think I've been a self-employed inventor all this time? Jobs. It's not--well I can't say not my thing? That's a bad thing to say. I just never had the opportunity to really do anything. I mean I only had jobs on and off and then a stint for two years and then just inventing. So. So money is sure to not be tight for once in my life.
And I get to do shit. I mean. Head of a whole department where I get to be surrounded by like-minded people who know what they're doing. I can't tell you how many times I have rambled about my gadgets to my old roomie in LA only to have him stare at me like I was the stupid one.
And oh my god. SHIELD. And Tony. And SI. Well, SM, whatever, you know. And the suit. And everything.
And this will finally get me out of Barney's place the house--and by that I mean with actual things to do.
And I don't know, this is just amazing and great.
And I'm staying at the Brownstone, too. I know Pepper had gotten me and Penny an apartment off somewhere, and that was nice, but I don't actually have to move out, so I might as well stay.
So obviously, Tony, you should not be surprised if I end up coming over in the middle of the night to talk tech. I keep ungodly hours when I'm busy.
Still worried, though. Not about the job; I'll be kickass at it. Just about other things. Yes, I know, vague Billy is oh so vague.
Tired Billy is also tired.
A good deal of passing out sounds like just what the doc ordered once I'm done.