Poor Alibelle. I hope you get the living situation worked out soon. Where are you looking? And where are you working?
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
How are Trouble and Jack?
Looking and working in Burbank.
Trouble and Jack are great. Very snuggly, sweet kitties. They're napping yet again right now.
Also, I just played with Buffy again. She fell into the water. AGAIN.
HATE. That is all. So frustrating.
What are you doing, jobwise?
Anyway, I love him anyway cause he wrote a song called "We Hate It When Our Friends Are Successful." I could talk to a person that would call a song that.
Ahhh, it's the beginning of a long, snarky love affair, I can tell.
I get to work with Robin! I'm a caption editor. At seriously the nicest place ever to work. It sometimes creeps me out how nice and reasonable everyone there is because that is so not how my employment history has ever worked. I'm used to jobs where you don't get essential tools for months (like when it took four months for me to get makeup brushes, when I was working as a makeup artist), or your supervisor tells children that it is perfectly okay if they want to actually spit in your face, or where someone seriously quizzes you on the alphabet every day, and then they get pissy if you do actually know it. Not jobs where you get popcorn provided for you, and there's breakfast on Mondays, and you get nifty things like lamps and floor mats without even requesting them. So strange.
I get to work with Robin! I'm a caption editor.
That sounds wonderful. Yay!
It is wonderful. What's new with you?
Okay, I have to go to bed. Later, gators!
Night Alibelle!