All of Space and Time

 I just had a phone interview with a recruiter for basically my dream job. It's working with female survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault in an outpatient setting. It's more money than I was making in my last job, a close-knit and positive working environment, room for promotion, a PENSION!! (which is basically an extinct animal these days), and in a beautiful town that I used to live in. I MEAN. WHERE ARE WE GOING WRONG HERE. I've never been so excited about a job before. The phone interview went really well. The recruiter said that she's been recruiting for the company since 2009 and every client that she has sent to the Women's Program has been hired. la;kjd;lkfjad 

I have been unemployed since the beginning of September when I resigned from my job in hopes to move to England. That went up in flames like a burning pile of shit. I still turn into a crumbling mess when I think about that horrid experience with all those rejected visas and lost dreams and wasted money. Dan and I were able to try and turn a super shitty thing into something good and went for a 5 1/2 week belated honeymoon around Europe (England three times, Ireland, Germany, Italy, France) so I didn't want to search for jobs before we left if I was going to be gone for that long period of a time.

I just really, REALLY want this job. The recruiter asked me where I pictured myself concerning my career in 3-5 years. I said, "I would hope to be at this same job, if [organization] will have me," and then went on to say how I knew that sounded cheesy but I've been building my career for this job since 2008.

PLEASE. JUST PLEASE HIRE ME.

Here's to hoping the next two interviews with this organization go well. God, if I could be employed by the New Year, that would be a-maze-ing.

I have an interview on Thursday for an organization which could potentially jump-start my career, allow me to move out of my parent's house with my main squeeze, buy a much-needed new car, get amazing experience for future jobs, et cetera.

So, uh, positive energy, well-wishes, crossing of fingers, praying to the god(dess) of employment, or whatever you can send my way will be helpful. "My way" includes the Trenton area of New Jersey... in case you needed a focus. O_o Yeah, I sort of need this job.

( Spoilers for sneak-peek clips for A Good Man Goes To War (including YouTube link) )

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( FF reviews and assorted dorkiness )

Today is my six year anniversary. Long story short, I've been adding to a photo album each year with new pictures, descriptions, etc.

At the end of this year's section, I asked Dan if he could do something creative with the blank pages (write something sweet, draw something, whatever). He writes:

I want to be your Doctor for your whole life. You will be my companion I will never replace.

He knows the way to my nerdy heart.

Underneath the message he drew a red bow tie. I drew my first ever TARDIS. I will not subject you to those drawings.

READ THIS GLORIOUSNESS.

As much as I'd LOOOOOVE to go to this, I would really prefer to do it with someone. Part of it is just companionship, but I'm thinking more practicality: I'm gonna be sitting in line for a VERY LONG TIME and I'm thinking things like spot savings for using the toilet and the like.

SOOOOO anyone want to meet up? :D

I have my own personal rule that if someone in my family leaves themselves logged into Facebook on the "public" computer in the living room, I will bomb their status. ( Like, for my vegetarian sister... )

In other news: If I want to more or less stomp out spoilers for myself... should I stop using Tumblr?

Yesterday was the Whovian meet up that I started to plan the end of December. I sent out invites a few times and got about eight people who responded that were interested. Long story short, only badluck97 and my Dad (who has been watching the show since it came over to the States and introduced it to me last year) was able to make it out. Thankfully the company made for great conversation. :)
It took place at Monk's Cafe, a small but VERY well-stocked Belgian bar. A bit after 6:00, we parted ways. I feel like it was a success, even if it were a small one. I think I'll plan for another when the weather gets warmer and maybe some place different. I could see how a small, low-lighted bar setting may have dissuaded some people from meeting others online.

I am one of those lucky and proud individuals who is in a long-term, monogamous relationship with a ginger. This ginger of mine hasn't cut his hair since the end of August.
I've always been a fan of his short hair, particularly when it got to that length where hair product in it made it look OH so good. But since coming back from his semester abroad, he's talking about keeping it long. At first I was opposed but as the days went on, some ideas started to form... This was a recent conversation of ours:


Dan: Should I put my hair behind my ears or over my ears?
Me: Over. *pause* You do realize that I will be styling your hair like Matt Smith's?
Dan: These things happen.


I love him. Srsly. When it gets to that epic stage, I'll share a picture so we can imagine what the Doctor would be like if he were finally a ginger.