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BossBoss, Coworker Fail's replacement (who has not earned himself a name yet), and about half the IT staff just came down to the lobby in a huge group and stood in front of my desk and I was like, am I getting hazed?

But no! It turns out the IT department is going to hourly-wage from fixed salary and needs to know how to use the online timecard system and how to cheat it, both of which I excel at.

I AM THE TIMECARD LORD.

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Wow, Sam, way to post an icon and then NOT LINK to the gallery where the other Rory icons are.

Anyway, okay, I feel a little guilty about how much I like Rory, since Amy is awesome and right there and I'm all, hello, allow me to be a tool of the patriarchy! Chicks are irrelevant! But I try not to go there, because I like Amy a lot too, it's just (shock) I identify with the sarcastic male sidekick who gets no air time.

And I'm going to try not to get too attached to Rory because so far I'm three for four with my favourite characters getting killed in my recent fandoms. Unless Sam Vimes died and I didn't hear about it, in which case I'm four for four. But Pterry wouldn't do that to me, would he?

In short: I'm trying not to kill Rory AGAIN by liking him best, and here are some icons that will practically guarantee he gets killed.

GO TEAM COPPERBADGE.

Icons are free for use, and credit is nice but not required; feel free to caption or alter blanks.

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My mum sent me a package. If you are new to this journal I suggest you check the "Things my mum has sent me" tag for why this is awesome.

There were no totebags in the package! She has learned her lesson well. There were, however:

-- A snack package of pecans, apparently meant to go in...
-- ...a box of brownie mix
-- A packet of cornbread mix
-- A box of macaroni and cheese
-- A Willy Wonka chocolate bar
-- Eight washcloths in an assortment of red, white, and blue
-- Twenty dollars (hooray! I eat this week!)
-- A box of Knorr garlic cubes
-- A package of vinyl wall stickers

Now I am all over having mac and cheese with cornbread and brownies for dessert, and the twenty dollars is unbelievably appreciated since I'm basically living on what's in my kitchen until the 16th. And I like wall stickers, I have a bunch. I love my mum's packages!

I'm a little perplexed by the washcloths, though.

I mean, I'm one dude, and I don't even actually use washcloths, I have a scrubby thing you put the soap in so it's like a loofah soap-on-a-rope. And in addition I already have like...ten washcloths hanging out on my linens shelf. Maybe I could turn them into a fetching terrycloth shirt of some sort, or make socks.

Also perplexing and VERY FUCKING FRAGRANT are the garlic cubes. The cubes are wrapped in paper in a cellophane packet in a cardboard box inside a ziplock bag and still the first thing that happened when I opened the box was I was SHOT IN THE FACE with the REEK of dried garlic.

Here's what bugs me: It's not like chopped garlic goes bad in a jar in the fridge, and honestly, was garlic powder not convenient enough? Plus, while it says one cube equals one clove of garlic, the first four ingredients listed are Salt, MSG, Garlic, and Sugar. So really one cube equals a blast of smelly deliciousness, I guess. I'm kind of afraid to use them, though.

I can't even take them home, they smell too strongly, I have to leave them here in a box in the corner of my credenza (yes, I have a credenza) until I can bring in another few bags to seal off the smell.

I love my mum. I don't always understand her, but I do love her.