I had a preliminary interview with a recruitment consultant today, after taking my CV in a couple weeks back. They checked my copy-typing speeds (54 wpm, 97% accuracy: not bad for a two-finger typist) and my basic knowledge of Word and Excel. I did pretty well on both of them, know I could have done much better on the Word assessment but the computer program was odd and buggy and refused to behave half the time, so it led to me flunking questions I knew I could have correctly answered just because the damn program wasn't reacting properly.

The woman I spoke to seemed to think I'd make the grade, I guess. I said I'd be willing to take clerical work more or less anywhere - really, I just need a job. Here's hoping that something comes of it.

An interview would at least be nice.

Also, I bought another Snow Patrol CD. I appear to really like this band for some reason, though they're not at all like most of the things I choose to listen to.

Anyway, this week I have been mostly in withdrawal due to a sudden and severe lack of kay_cricketed, and fangirling at pichi.

See, she's written this fic with some devious and heinous cliffhangers and I made the big mistake of starting to read a chapter that broke off just before a certain character I have as slight fondness for was about to get horribly tortured. (God damn you, Ken, and your tendency to get in about twice as much trouble as the rest of your team in about half the time, too.) Then carried on like that for a good few days. I spent a few days denying that I was horribly hooked in a hopeless fangirl squee sense before finally caving and posting an adoring comment.

See, I try to be this dead sussed, hyper-concritical, smart fanficcer, then somone comes along with good characterization, Omi kicking ass and not bothering to take names, and some neat Ken torture, and I turn into an adoring, wide-eyed fanthing.

I'm not sure what re-reading it will be like sans horrible cliffhangers - I doubt I'll ever be able to replicate this intense aaargh must know what happens how can I last another 24 hours? thing again - but it's been a while since I enjoyed a fanfic this much. There's something about this one that's just clicked with me, hence my hopeless fangirling of its author.

It makes me want to write Seuche again.

YAY ACTION SCENES--I'm doomed. I MUST WRITE THAT FIC BUT IT'S HARD!

Oddly, reading other people's Ken torture provokes two conflicting impulses in me. It makes me want to write my own Ken torture fics, which isn't a problem for me given that I usually have several of those on the go at any given moment and can pick and choose between them - but it also awakens my protective, adoring 'Ken needs ice cream and hugs and lots of both' side and me want to write, yes, fluff. Shameless, unapologetic, shippy nonsense fluff with no real plot which exists solely because Youji and Ken need to kiss more.

So - thanks to caseyvalhalla, who jump-started my fluff muse - I've started yet another fic, because I need shippy fluff. I have no idea what it's going to be called and it's a bit experimental, but it involves Youji and Ken driving around and irritating the fuck out of one another, because they both do it so well.

Hopefully I'll be done with this fluff soon, but I need it to keep me sane in between cliffhangers. Also, it's just cute. I am short on cute right now.

Now I must go and babble at pichi again. YAY CHAPTER NINE.