For the past few months there's been a localized apocalypse at my place of employment.
The apocalypse included
several week long audits of fucking
DOOM, an admin assistant tribal feud, interdepartmental headhunting with copious marking and reinforcement of territorial lines
(cubicals and conference rooms, oh my God, fucking shoot me), and more binders
(all of which I had to create) and digital databases than you can shake a stick at.
I have become the Queen of Schedules
(none of which are ever final until the very last day), the Goddess of Binders
(Engineers can't be trusted not to desecrate them with unofficial documents) and pacifier of twitchy supervisors
(smile, nod, do what needs to be done while making it look like I'm doing what they want to get done - which isn't often the same thing).
But now it's
OVER.
Until the fall, when the horsemen will ride forth once again for the INSPECTIONS...No more 12 hour days. No more weekend overtime. No more suffocating mental numbness. No more soul sucking Team Room.
Oh, sweet Fandom, how I have missed thee! How I have craved the vast, smut infested expanse of your bosom! Your cracktastic humor, subtle wit and hurty angst, your thoughtful introspection. The
Kink Meme.
But I have returned alive and mostly intact. I shall
read. I shall
write. I shall fucking
post!
LET THERE BE FIC.
*looks in unfinished fic folder*
...
O.O*faints*