a day in the life of

There are few benefits to my job other than the satisfaction of a job well done, feeling superior when someone has to be told what an ombudsman is (I get to spell it out!), and occasionally, there is food in the office. With The Great Birthday Committee Derailing, in which all our projects were scrapped, we all took a passive-aggressive approach to birthdays that, I'm sure, are making them wonder at my effectiveness as a leader of partygoers.

I have to admit, I get a kind of sick and wrong satisfaction in this.

However, an event two days ago brightened my life a great deal--now I not only wield the non-existent authority of my job, but I can trick other people into believing I am All Powerful.

It started with a client, who needed assistance, since someone with far less brains than the average root vegetable told her that her Medicaid was canceled. Technically, it had been, so another form of Medicaid could take it's place. So she had medicaid for her disabled daughter who needed twenty-four hour care. Somehow--and I have no idea how--the vegetable person told her that a.) her medicaid no longer existed, b.) didn't tell her that the child had only been moved to another Medicaid case and c.) to please leave her alone.

Clt states, I will get you on three way to speak to this person. I leaned back in my chair, Sheppard-like, accessed my inner Rodney (you can tell tonight is OMG SGA OMG YAY! episode), and drawled--and yo, some of you have heard me drawling--"Sure thing."

First, the client unsuccessfully tried to navigate the rocky roads of regional office, with a lot of people with no clear idea why they exist. she asked and asked and people started being annoying, so, still slumping (and smirking, cause omg, so much fun) I broke in on the conversation.

"This is Jenn X of Agency, blah blah blah explanation, may I please speak to Vegetable Person?" It was *astonishing* how fast I got someone to help. Well, four someones, one after the other. Gah.

I feel very powerful and possibly entering the dark side. I really don't care.

In closing.

I'm bored. All the universe is annoying me, except for the people who bear chocolate, who make me happy. And OMG SGA ON TONIGHT MUST BRING PAPER BAG AND NOT HYPERVENTILATE.

I've decided embracing my inner fangirl nut is so much less exhausting than fighting it off any longer.

lovecraft

Okay, now I'm worried--I'm too excited. I am staring at the clock, counting down the minutes, and that's just weird. Even for me. SGA, SGA, SGA, SGA....

So, random recs now that I've had a brownie and burned off some times.

H.P. Lovecraft, works of - to send me into a slow ecstatic fit, mention The Elder Gods and grey dust. Seriously. He's a hard hit-or-miss, the first writer who I could alternately fall into the story or stare blankly and think, my God, Lovecraft old man, tell me you didn't write this. I think three quarters of it was when he stayed in sideways implication--I am perfectly capable of scaring myself to death with minimal assistance. It's when he went for the big reveal of the monster that everything would fall apart.

Hmm. I think what I like about him best is the fact that he's so pervasive in modern horror. The first time I read him I was in my very early twenties and it was like coming home, all those half-understood themes from horror all seemingly originating here. He also presents such a complete universe, all bound up in these stories, all the old gods peering out from just beyond our senses, wanting back in. Even the non-scary ones added to that, and I think that may be the reason I like him so much--he lived here, it existed intensely and vividly for him, and his stories are postcards from there, like quick letters to tell what's over there, very real, even at the most ridiculous. It makes me wonder if he really was always there, that his head was that rich with this, filled with this.

The Colour Out of Space is still a favorite, and I really try never to re-read it, even though I want to. The idea behind it just absolutely scared me to death, and I'm pretty sure too much re-reading would strip away its power. Same with Pickman's Model, which really works best after reading two or three Lovecraft stories and getting in the mood, then reading it. The Rats in the Walls - that massive dark history lingering in it, behind it, giving it substance. The Outsider - not really scary, but *interesting*. The Thing in the Doorstep - heh. Oh come on. The idea alone is cool, and the result is damned creepy. The Vault - should totally be (and probably was) an episode of The Twilight Zone. The weight of history is in so many of this--before computers and cars and buggies and domestication, before roads and before rationality, before iron and before civilization, there was this place where these things lived and took what they wished from us, and there was no where to run and no concept that we could. And we got away, mostly, and forgot when we used to hide.

Oh yeah. I'm doing a submergence this weekend.

Really enjoy him.

sgareview - common ground, s3e7 - the simple version

Oh hell yes.

Paper bag paper bag *can't breathe* Christ yes.

Brief, hysterical spoilers.

( oooh yeah )

So. Was it good for you?

sgareview - common ground, s3e7

Um, yeah. This is squee. This is the pure, uncut stuff.

( still with the paper bag )