I've been informed that a reporter wants to talk to me about the destruction of my Grand Am.

I have the best of all possible worlds here. Not actually having money or a place in society from a job. But still getting to feel what it's like to lose one. Awesome. I know you're all jealous.

That's some angst, alright. Here's hoping you find some write-y thing soon to fill the void.

Sell~ma for Nicole.

Much Yay! for Erin. Sort of. Good luck with the other interview.

Nora, that sucks about Tom not getting hired. ~ma for keeping spirits up, and for finding the right new job soon.

Bonny, it's good to hear that things went so swimmingly.

Oh dear, y'all are reminding me that I need to get on planning Thanksgiving dinner. Yipes! But I'm tempted to try out Plei's cranberry sauce recipe.

Congrats Erin, I hope the other job sees your fabulosity too.

...just a half a mile from the railroad track...

:: sits on Group W bench cuz there is too much to try and Meara from an iPhone ::

Brackets n hairpats all around.

Apparently it's not necessary for me to be actually interviewed or talk to a reporter for them to write the story.

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Well, and if the guy had actually talked to you, still there would only be rough approximations of what you told him in the story. Because I never said the police had told me anything. I said that they had talked to you.

Oh well.

but you are quoted... reporters read minds?

you mean not everything in the paper is accurate?

Apparently it's not necessary for me to be actually interviewed or talk to a reporter for them to write the story.

Trust me, the ex-reporter: it really isn't. It just makes life easier.

Better job~ma all around.

I have the best of all possible worlds here. Not actually having money or a place in society from a job. But still getting to feel what it's like to lose one. Awesome. I know you're all jealous.

Ah, fuck. Erika, I'm so sorry that the universe insists on handing you exciting new parcels of crap. I rail at it on your behalf.

Erin - I'll hang fire on high-fiving you just yet, and cross fingers, toes, legs etc that this job-having works out as well as we all thought it had done just then. I entirely agree - you need and deserve some stability.

Norah - man, I can't believe the pillocks didn't give Tom the job! Damn them! WTF?

...I realise it's a bit late to chime in on GC's drunken stress or Deena's excellent anecdote sharing, but I read the drunken stress with my heart in my mouth, and oh, Deena, bless you, I too have made a TOTAL gibbering fool of myself when plastered on far too many occasions - I thought you rocked for bringing out your own anecdotes, and if there hadn't been a gazillion posts between then and now I'd chime in - but I sort of missed the boat. My stupidest drunk thing was probably going hiking and hitchhiking (sans sensible walking shoes or, indeed, sobriety) across Moravia for a weekend with a man I'd known for three hours, all of them drunk. Happily he turned out not to be a rapist or murder, just a somewhat amorous expat - but that was really good luck on my part, and certainly not a case of good judgment. The last time I got truly wellied, I ended up having to swim to the bar, having to strip off in the loos and wring as much salt water out of my clothes as I could, before dancing sopping wet. And then puked all over the bar. Twice.

In mememe news, Deathtrap went well. I have more I could write on this subject, pertaining to the bitchiness and intrusiveness of other members of the committee whose grasp of "supporting a new director" seems to be more along the lines of "piss all over them, undermine them, make them feel like shit and generally be a total fucker", but I think it'll just depress me. I hope he isn't scared off directing for us - he was consistently calm, patient, competent, supportive, focused and upbeat. I feel rather ashamed of my drama group, because I think that they - well, 2 people in particular - have been neither kind nor professional in their conduct towards him. Schadenfreude, frankly, can suck my cock.