If nothing comes out of it, what is it? It's empty. But it isn't empty, so it must be broken.
*darts in, waves at all and sundry*
Hi. There are several reasons I am Not Here at the moment. Pretty much, I am broken (body has apparently now decided to take semi-regular sojourns to the Land of Migraines, for shiny happy fun times, aka, why I was unconscious or wishing I was for all but two hours of Sunday) or not working (because my co-worker who is awesome has accepted an offer for a new better job which means in a month's time he's gone**, meaning it's just me and the boss, and since our record pace for new hires is, uh, glacial to say the least, things are going to get even more hectic and hair-tear-y).
**Confidential to someone who knows who she is: as soon as a position description is available I will forward to you if you want to apply. *is needy and demanding!*
In other news, the entire double-x chromosomed portion of the household are obsessed with Pascall's Clinkers, which they have just started to sell in NZ after fifteen or so years of their only being available in Australia. They're just so terribly more-ish. <3 And in my downtime, I am increasingly smitten with NCIS, and if I get any uninterrupted computer time any time soon there will probably be a terribly long, involved and infatuated post waffling on about all things to do with Attractive and Interesting People Solving Crime.
And now we have to go out; please wish me luck in not losing my temper at people for anything-ist remarks (last week I was so infuriated that I couldn't even think of the word 'homophobic' when I needed it, and what came out of my mouth was 'OH GOD CAN WE NOT BE SEXIST PLEASE?' at which point I was smugly corrected by the person whose head I wished to kick in, which, BOY did that ever not help my temper. ARGH.
In my absence, John Sheppard will continue to be gay.
Hi. There are several reasons I am Not Here at the moment. Pretty much, I am broken (body has apparently now decided to take semi-regular sojourns to the Land of Migraines, for shiny happy fun times, aka, why I was unconscious or wishing I was for all but two hours of Sunday) or not working (because my co-worker who is awesome has accepted an offer for a new better job which means in a month's time he's gone**, meaning it's just me and the boss, and since our record pace for new hires is, uh, glacial to say the least, things are going to get even more hectic and hair-tear-y).
**Confidential to someone who knows who she is: as soon as a position description is available I will forward to you if you want to apply. *is needy and demanding!*
In other news, the entire double-x chromosomed portion of the household are obsessed with Pascall's Clinkers, which they have just started to sell in NZ after fifteen or so years of their only being available in Australia. They're just so terribly more-ish. <3 And in my downtime, I am increasingly smitten with NCIS, and if I get any uninterrupted computer time any time soon there will probably be a terribly long, involved and infatuated post waffling on about all things to do with Attractive and Interesting People Solving Crime.
And now we have to go out; please wish me luck in not losing my temper at people for anything-ist remarks (last week I was so infuriated that I couldn't even think of the word 'homophobic' when I needed it, and what came out of my mouth was 'OH GOD CAN WE NOT BE SEXIST PLEASE?' at which point I was smugly corrected by the person whose head I wished to kick in, which, BOY did that ever not help my temper. ARGH.
In my absence, John Sheppard will continue to be gay.