{ my life is a cross between The Office and The Thick of It. No, but really. }

[delga]

So, I locked down last night's post because there are ways of venting, and there are ways of venting, and being arrogant on the internet - albeit in the comfort of friendslock - is probably the least smart way of going about a thing. I am still cranky about goings on, but as they're actually RL issues and not internet issues, I've got other places I can bitch about them.

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I just had to chase a wasp out of my room! It is a dull, muggy 6am; I am not prepared for this kind of malarkeying right now! I'm having the same issue I always have, which is that the wasps are burrowing through the brickwork in the bay window. It's not so bad - one a day? - but I am out of wasp spray, and in general it's just bloody annoying.

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This morning I am deliberately going to take the second bus because I need to drop off my expense forms at the suboffice for my Line Manager to sign so she can bring them with her when she comes to our end tomorrow.

This is no scandal; I am not claiming for a moat. I am claiming 20% my public transport costs which is actually really annoying to explain to the Benefits Dept because, of course, I use one bus ticket across the county, but my bus journeys are separated by a train journey. Also, my season tickets swap out a week before the end of the claims period. I have attached a boatload of receipts, but fuck, I hope I don't have to actually calculate a daily amount because that is bullshit and I do not have that sort of time.

Later this week there's going to be another Services briefing where the Big Boss of our section of the LGA explains when we all lose our jobs, basically. Well, no, the briefing is a face-to-face update about an ongoing merger, but potential job loss is obviously the part anyone properly cares about.

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Quasi-relatedly: why does the morning's commute seem shorter than the evening's one? I think the answer is that the evening's commute is longer because I have to wait a half hour for the bus home. Je suis frustrate.

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Oh, Spooks. I love you! And also tumblr. Was looking back through earlier tumblr posts for Merlin-related stuff, actually) and found a short spiel of Ros meta. Because that's how I roll. BOXES INSIDE BOXES. Oh, femgen, you should be so easy! (Still nought for nought on that count.)

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Comments

[hestia8.livejournal.com]

I don't know what your prompt/subject is for femgen, but someone should totally write Ros trying to get to grips with twitter/tumblr/iphones/other internet thing. Bonus points if everyone else - esp Lucas - takes to it with no problems.

(ahhhh, the inside of my head)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

Ahahahaha, YES. Not really appropriate for femgen but an excellent idea nonetheless. It starts with Tariq, of course, who shows Lucas. Soon everyone is tweeting, and Ros doesn't even know what a tweet IS.

Goldmine!

[hestia8.livejournal.com]

Ros keeps looking at the tweets like they'll make sense if only she stares hard enough. She looks particularly betrayed whenever Lucas updates.

"These are code.’ She says confidently. ‘When you've put peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, that's a code for something. You didn’t actually have peanut butter sandwiches for dinner and then…update about it. Did you?"

Ros refuses to use the word tweet. As a direct result, Tariq now uses it every opportunity he gets.

It's not code - Tariq forgets to buy food, sometimes - but he and Lucas look at each other over their computer screens, the same idea forming in their heads.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

It's Ruth, in the end, who takes pity on her and tries to explain it in a clear fashion. "It's frivolous, mostly," she says, trying not to wring her hands. "Not for everyone, I suppose."

Ros' feed auto-updates. sirharry the temperature in this room is decidedly not 'ambient'

"Right," Ros says. "Not for everyone."



Although there was once a time when she might have needed to know where Lucas is at every moment of the day, the level of detail - of sheer banality - is too much. Lucas is currently 'freezing [his] ass off, waiting for a meet', and surely there is something in the regs about broadcasting your intentions? Apparently not, the regs being written by quill and ink on vellum, and too slow to keep up with the likes of the twitterati.

"--the what?" Ros shoots a pointed glare at Tariq.

"Uh..."

"Now you're just making things up." She shuffles papers uselessly on her desk and stands, making her way to Harry's office. "And don't think I don't know. About the peanut butter."

Tariq smiles, waits until she's out of sight, then flips open his phone. Peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. It matches nearly every other update he's made in the past three days. From the other side of the room he can hear Ros huff in frustration.

[daygloparker.livejournal.com]

(!!!!!!!!! This just made my morning, thank you very, very much.)

[hestia8.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHA, OHMIGOD, SIRHARRY.

Brb, dying laughing

Amazing.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

The hardest part is the usernames! Like: Ros' would be something completely lacking in irony, probably her name. Tariq's would be the complete opposite. Ruth's would be a reference to something else. Lucas' would probably be fairly middleground; it's tempting to pick tattooman, but that's too on the nose.

[hestia8.livejournal.com]

OHGODYES. Possibly even Rosalindmyers to miss the point even more.

Ruth's would be a classical reference, I think (or ladylazurus if she was in the right mood, though that's probably already taken)

Lucas' might be a reference to one of the tattoos, maybe one on his torso? So nobody would really know what it referred to.

Tariq's...hm, that is difficult. Something completely technologically obscure?

Also, I can't decide if Malcolm would follow them all, or participate, or not be on twitter ever.

[atlashrugged.livejournal.com]

I love this! That sounds exactly like Harry.

[belantana.livejournal.com]

BEST. THINGS. EVER. OMG.

I haven't giggled so hard in years. I think I broke something.