John Versus The Volcano; RPF, R-rated

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I FEEL UNUSUALLY RESTED THIS MONDAY.

I slept about 50% more than I usually do, this could have some impact on it. I also cooked a ton of food, so I have lots of eats for the week, which always sets my mind a bit more at ease. I made awesome chili! I have quesadilla fixings! Apparently it's Southwestern Week at chez Sam.

I also wrote some fanfic, because cruentum mentioned that John Barrowman's partner Scott Gill, as with so many people, is trapped in London by the volcanic ash and can't get to LA to see his man. Nick offered me babies in return for fic about this. I'm not a strong person, you guys. (He can't even follow through with the whole Babies thing, but I'm sure sooner or later his debt to me will come in handy.)

I know RPF is creepy. You think I don't know RPF is creepy?

Title: John Versus The Volcano
Rating: R
Summary: Scott's stuck on the far side of the Atlantic, John's miserable in Los Angeles, and the sex has never been better.

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We are doing our bi-yearly security audit at work.

And by "we" I mean "me".

This consists of several steps: first, making sure my directory is as up-to-date as possible (it is; I'm actually weeks ahead of Human Resources). Then I have to acquire the building's secure-access database for our company and our private secure-access database.

Then I have to check each secure-access database against the directory, after which I have to check them against each other, noting any discrepancies, duplicates, and name errors. All removals and corrections go into a spreadsheet along with a list of questionable discrepancies, which are then checked in person against the employees' access keycards. Then one list of discrepancies is sent to the building for them to correct, and one is sent to Coworker Fail for him to fix in our database.

We have about 200 staff members.

I'm on the letter "L".

*cries*

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I have made Gougères!

Mind you, I left out the peppercorns and substituted coarse shredded cheddar-and-jack for the parmesan, because I still have most of the gallon of cheese R brought me. Baking is not my thing, so my thought was that if I effed it up then at least I didn't use the good stuff on it.



They're not really pretty to look at, but they're delicious to eat -- a bit like yorkshire puddings, without the fuss of smoking hot oil. I had some with fig jam, and some with cheese, and some with a bit of olive oil.

I feel rather smug, really. Normally I'm easily bested by pastry.