{ this post is about a whole range of things, but mostly that's cover for NCIS-talk. }

[delga]

I haven't been paying attention to the latest challenge at picspammy (mostly because I only read my flist whilst on the train, not the comms) but thus far it has yielded two gems. Firstly, a comparison of Spencer Reid and Sheldon Cooper which picks up on the best details (hands omg!); and secondly, Aeryn Sun = Spock + Hans Solo + Boobs which made me smile on this dismal, sleep-deprived, rain-approaching morning.

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I bought new postcards for the exchange, and they arrived, huzz! Consider this post a prompter: drop me a comment if you're interested in participating. They're some fuck great cards, guys, even if I say so myself. Which I just did, so.

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In other news, it is finale season and I AM MISSING OUT. Fuck, I'm so behind. I want in on these shenanigans! But first I have to catch up, which I am disinclined to do. Pout-o-rama. THIS IS SRS BUSINESS.

I did, however, watch NCIS' 5th season finale when it aired on terrestrial tv last night. Firstly: fuck did that ever make more sense than when I first watched it! And secondly: I normally have fairly consistent views on episodes, which is to say, my opinions on episodes rarely change (see: my repeated essays on Shalom etc.) but I don't know, I have different ideas about Judgement Day Part II. A lot of what I said initially remains true (the answer is always, always Gibbs), but I also realised that my initial post doesn't cover the most important aspect: Jenny Shepard. I don't know. I'm still trying to work out what I really think about the end of her arc. I still think she got short-changed by the strike, but I also think that a lot of interesting things got said about her in the finale that no-one has every really spent much time thinking about. I'm also aware that I'm one of a handful of people who actually give a shit about this character.

But still, Jethro's lack of autonomy in the major arcs of S4 and S5, and Mike Franks (and Jenny Shepard) (and, well, Ziva David, if we're going to go back to Kill Ari, WHICH APPARENTLY WE ARE OMG SO EXCITED) as the hand(s) of God in these cases is such an interesting twist, because it's not that he can't pull the trigger (see Dagger as the worst, most horrible possible example of this) but that he puts the gun in others' hands. Or, in Jenny's case, they take it from him, and by the end of Jenny's arc their roles are so reversed. Jethro doesn't teach: you watch, you learn. And I guess she's his best pupil. Gah, horrific.

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So, we're having this issue at work where the seniors are falling behind on their work so the work flow is fucked up across the team, and what this means for my co-workers is that they're doubly busy. What it means for me is that I have stretches of time when I have nothing to do and then a week or so of absolute insanity.

R comes to our office once a week to help me out and keep things running smoothly, so by the end of Wednesday I was back on top of my workload: all I had to do was finish a couple of contracts and then I could work on the current deads because R had helped me filter through everything else, and the two of us got a ridiculous amount done on Wednesday.

So, Thursday morning, I finish those two contracts, sort out the incoming post, and am about to work on the deads when one of my coworkers loses her nut about the growing piles of work under the seniors' desk and basically redistributes the files so that we can get work moving again. That's all very well, but I ended up with forty-two reassessments on my desk.

Guys, I am fucking awesome. I did about a third of those on Thursday (and I had a training review that afternoon, too) and the rest on Friday, despite my two-hour one-to-one with my line manager. I was going to leave work at 4pm and ended up staying until just before 5pm because I am ridiculous didn't want to have that to deal with next week. But fuck: 42 reassessments. Insane. And it was great, too, because I knew what I was doing and I could just sit there and get it done without being anxious. I'd rather that than be bored.

Unfortunately that means I have to do the deads on Monday, because I can't leave it another week/fortnight. Next weekend is the Bank Holiday, and I have the Friday before, plus the Tuesday after, off. (Soton!) So I need to stay on top of it.

And, yes, the work does not involve a lot of thinking. The work does not really make use of anything I learned to do at university, and I'm wondering a lot about myself in that regards, but whatever. I have a job in this goddamn fail of an economy, and everything else can fuck off.

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The NCIS season 6 finale is making me FREAK THE FUCK OUT. Spoil me and I will stab you. BUT GUYS. I AM ALREADY CRYING THAT IS HOW AMAZING IT WILL BE.

This week's episode is already a favourite of mine. I was filled with glee for so much of it. Tobias, you push *up*. OH GOSH.

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Lols, what - they renewed Dollhouse? Okay. I did enjoy the latter half of the season; I'm just surprised.

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Oh gosh, it's so cold, and yet I woke up around 1-2am because I couldn't get cool/comfortable. Then I woke again at 6 because my internal clock is like that these days, and then I wanted to stab a bitch. Caught another hour of sleep then had to get up. And now I'm going to watch the Lost finale and hopefully avoid human contact all day.