Your Face Is Turned, 9/9

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Thank you for your patience!

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*jazz hands of triumph*

I have posted the ninth and final chapter of Your Face Is Turned. Go ye and enjoy! (I hope.)

You all may have noticed that the songs I've been uploading have numbering on them, sometimes seemingly random numbering, but there is a method to my madness. Because music was such an integral part of the story, I created a soundtrack for it. If you've been downloading the songs then you have them all, and the numbering should keep them in order, but you can also download the songs as a set by clicking the CD cover below.

Sendspace Mirror
Live Streaming Soundtrack (Thanks Foxy!)

I've had a hell of a time writing and posting this, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it just as much.

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I think I'm stuck in a time loop. There's no way I did everything I did this morning in only one morning.

I had a ton of stuff to do and most of it was expensive, but at least now the bills are off my back and a couple of much-needed packages are wending their way towards me. I also totally cleared out my delicious.com slush file; usually there are one or two links per day that I need to attend to, and I had fifteen that were just marked "April", but at the moment it's whittled down to "Stuff to archive" and "stuff I can't do anything about until May".

I also had a call with Interim Supreme!Boss this morning which started out as an inquiry about whether I was concerned over a few prominent people recently leaving the company (I'm not; I know their admins, and know we're better off for the departures). The thing is it kind of turned to an unsubtle interrogation as to whether, if he fired BossBoss, I'd be willing to step into BossBoss's position. Which, one, classless; two, I don't want to poach anyone's job, least of all a boss I respect and enjoy working with; three, dude, I know I'm underutilised in this job, but I like my downtime.

On the other hand, there'd be a significant pay increase involved, and I suppose I don't really want to be a receptionist forever, so if it were offered I'd have to consider it.

ARGH. Why can't I just be an independently wealthy eccentric?

Incidentally, 51stcenturyfox pointed me towards a post sherrold made about delicious.com users and fandom, which she admits is kind of statistically valueless but is fascinating nonetheless.

Foxy pointed me towards it because Trying To Communicate (the LOLcat fic) totally borks the stats for Torchwood fandom.

I wreck all the curves. *smug grin*

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Things my desk is not:

A coat closet
A buffet table
A meeting room
Your therapist's office
An entertainment centre
A place for you to sit

GTFO MY LOBBY OH MY GOD HAVE YOU NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR TIME

This outburst brought to you by hungry, tired, finding-it-hard-to-work-with-you-having-social-hour-in-my-space Sam.

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The air conditioner remote control is one of the finest inventions of mankind.

I came home and installed the AC window unit tonight, which went more smoothly than last time, when it was ninety degrees in my flat and I had a migrane and could simply not. Handle. One more night of heat. Which is not to say that it was easy this time round either; because my window frame is entirely made of metal, I had to tape the unit in, and basically all that's holding it there is duct tape and physics.

Then I had to figure out, because my flat does not have enough outlets, how to make everything go that needs to go. All of these units have plugs designed to cover up the other plug when you plug them in, so I have two outlets taken up by one plug (wireless router), a power strip with six outlets that can only have three things plugged into it (air conditioner, phone charger, laptop cord), an outlet that serves the printer, bedside lamp, and desk lamp by turns, and in the living room a power strip that makes the teevee box and the Nintendo go, but which does not reach far enough to make my stereo go.

Don't get me started on why my kitchen has cords taped to the floor. It won't end well.

Still, needs must. And now everything has juice that needs juice, including the remote control, so that I can lie on my bed and tell the world, "be colder!" and it will comply.

I feel like a god!

A very hungry, tired god.