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It's Friday Reccs time! And there are fewer fics, but more diversity than my usual...

Rule Number Nine by DevilDoll: Explicit, Avengers, Darcy/Steve. Darcy introduces Steve to the concept of fuckbuddies, but it doesn't really take. This is a sweet love story and really kind of drives home that Steve is both young and still adjusting to the new century.

How Freezing To Death Can Sometimes Seem Like The Better Option: Teen and Up, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Harry/Perry. Harry narrates how he and Perry got together. Sort of. I only recently saw Kiss Kiss Bang Bang for the first time, and this captures the spirit of the film perfectly.

Podfic of Half A Dozen Laconic Bastards, podfic by reena_jenkins, fanfic by sam_storyteller. Reena did an awesome job podficcing my ludicrous SGA/Eureka/White Collar/Torchwood/Teen Titans crossover. YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.

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So, then the Prestigious East Coast Organisation called me and set up an interview with me via Skype for next week.

This means three things:

1. I need to learn how to work Skype. (No worries, I'm on it, I have sourced a tutor)
2. I need to research the company over the weekend because I am NOT SURE WHO I JUST SPOKE TO.
3. FUuuuuuuuuuck I wasn't supposed to actually succeed.

Okay so here's the problem: a lot of the time I do stuff that I don't expect to go anywhere, and I'm okay with that. Because I like having money and I like doing a job that is frankly kind of impressive when it's not being super-creepy, but I am not actually what you might call an amibitious person, I just don't have that many fucks to give. I was a receptionist for three years because it gave me time to read a lot of fanfic. This is the level I'm at, okay.

So when Mum started making noises about me moving south, especially after the inheritance came through, I came up with A PLAN: put her off for six months because JESUS CHRIST I DON'T WANT TO MOVE. And the plan to put her off for six months involved looking around for a new job, because a new job might mean I could keep working in the loop. The plan was to say to her, every time she brought up moving, no Mum, I have a plan, my plan is to jobsearch until September and then decide about moving, so we can't talk about it until September.

And my assumption was that I would eventually keep this job and bite the bullet and move, because I like my job and coworkers and salary and change is terrifying and unpleasant. At least this way I'd have six months to psych myself up over the move.

See, the thing is, I am the least ambitious person with the best work ethic ever, so even if I am doing something I'm not supposed to succeed at, I am incapable of doing it badly on purpose. Which means that somehow, when I do the stuff I'm expecting to fail at, I very rarely fail.

I KNOW. How messed up am I? Pretty messed up!

I could have said I was looking for jobs and then not looked for jobs. That would have been so easy! But no. I went out and applied for jobs with a killer cover letter and a resume that has actual work skills on it, and this company is going to interview me and give me a skills assessment and maybe offer to hire me and I don't know if I want to move to 22 Small Town Street, Middle Of Nowhereville, Mid-Atlantic East Coast, and work for new people I don't know who I might not like and who might not be nerdy like my people are here. And what if they want me to work more and write fanfic less?

But the job I'm applying for would be a career step, and it might involve more money, and I'm not sure I'm constitutionally capable of saying no to epic adventures even when I should. My track record of not doing life-changing things every five years is not good.

This is fandom all over again. I am apparently doomed to succeed in spite of myself.