Congratulations, Jen! I suppose you know how to alleviate face pain from excessive smiling now that you're all licensed.
I'm so sorry you have to wait for your next shot, Cashmere, and hope it lasts. This underwriting thing was actually through an actuarial recruiter, and came out of the blue as I've pretty much decided that I need to have passed two exams before anyone will want to talk to me (which this insurance company confirmed, so I feel pretty good about that). That said, these rcruiters are apparently going to try to convince the insurance company that, no, I really am committed. They are way more invested in getting me this job than I am, so nI hope thaht I can work with them again when I really am looking.
were very rude when the Queen was announced at the jousting. They were HI-larious.
The costumes are nice, but I just love the appropriate rudeness. And really, how often can you say that?!
Congratulations on the great (though totally expected, given your brains both spicy and shiny) news, Jen!
Congratulations, Jen!
And Robin! Ow! My head aches in sympathy for you.
Yay, Jen!!!!! While I'm not one whit surprised, I am still happy for you!
Oh, I just checked my grade for summer term and I got an A (only took one class). Yay!
Yay Jen!
Bad job, Mumter-Cow and Dadter-Cow! No housepoints for you!
We're doomed. Pirates are clearly the insidious parasitic import that's going to suffocate all the native species.
Duh.
Pirates.
Of course they're going to show up where they aren't wanted and be all usurpy and swashbuckly.
sighs
There are no pirates in JayTown. Not even a little bit. But there are many, my goodness, MANY, highly unattractive people, whom 20 years ago it would have been perhaps socially acceptable to lable common, and whom it really WOULD NOT be acceptable to call such now. But - my
goodness,
it's like a social anthropology expedition, venturing into the post office.
I realise that this is highly obnoxious of me. I am highly obnoxious. But I pretty much have kept my nose in a book since, well, birth (Harold Smith's line in
Twin Peaks:
"I grew up in Boston; well, no, actually I grew up in books." had me jumping and pointing and nodding like a crazy lady), and I spent my formative years being ostracised for not being appropriately working class, or at best looked upon as a strange, incomprehensible species of alien creature ("tha's gorra reet big 'ouse, 'an't tha? 'As 'ta got servants?") on the basis of being middle class...well, I don't know. I just feeling every bit as much a stranger in a strange land as I ever did in Cairo. Which is, of course, why I'm so happy to bugger off around the world - I'm used to not belonging.
Man. The extraordinarily unattractive things that people choose to do to their hair. And the clothes - dear
heaven,
the unbecoming clothes. And the grim neccesity of breeding as soon as one has hit puberty.
I am
the
most atrocious snob. I'm perfectly pleasant to everyone, and for the most part they're all very nice, but I really feel like I'm from another planet. And that is far stranger when one
isn't
making one's way home past women in billowing black with veiled faces, with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the sound of the call to prayer filling the evening air.
Anyone who wants to Marcie me on the basis of that post really does so with my blessing, because I realise that I sound truly obnoxious.
