Fandom: Mass Effect
Characters: f!Shepard (Maki Shepard)
Warnings: gore, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, angst
Notes: Post ME3 - Synthesis
Length:  8100w (approx)
Status: In-progress, approx 50%
Summary: Shepard thought she knew what the fall would bring, and welcomed it. Unfortunately...she was wrong.

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7

I kind of disappeared from LJ...it happens.  Tumblr moves a lot more quickly and my life's been kind of weird the past several months.  So here's a quick rundown:

I got fired around mid-to-late February.   There were a lot of feelings surrounding this, the largest of which was embarrassment.  It's never easy to admit these things and I spent about a week hyperventilating about what the fuck I was going to do.   Then I got taken on full time at the second job and have since earned a raise that's put me back into stability.  I still have a lot of mixed feelings about that last job, though I definitely do not miss it.  Mainly because I feel like I was fired as a scapegoat for my supervisor's BS. 

But that's reopening an old wound and let's not, shall we?

The "new" job can be tedious at times (what job can't?), but is mostly just awesome.  I really get to flex my artistic muscles besides doing web based stuff.  And the Commander likes my work enough that most of the time it remains reasonably intact (as opposed to ex-Lady Boss ripping everything to shreds for no good reason. Like forcing me to put Comic Sans on everything).  Even when it doesn't, I understand her reasoning as to why. 

The only draw back to this is that it leaves me creatively drained come quitting time.  Most evenings I don't want to do a damn thing except talk to friends and game a bit...so that's what I've been doing.  XD Not the best response ever.  And addictive.

Most recently I acquired a new kitten, named Sillabub:



That's another awesome thing about the job:  we can bring our pets to work.  She still not too crazy about her carrier, but it's getting better.  Next on the list is leash training.

Also: if there's anyone in the SouthEast Texas / SouthWest Louisiana area who wants a kitten my sister still has four she's trying to find homes for. Most of them are grey / tan, though.

So...yeah.  That about sums it up.  Job change, kitten, Mass Effect and Dragon Age.   XD I'll try to get back to posting more regularly.

Sir Sales Manager comes in and asks how I feel about having my old marketing position back--HE mentions that he thought I seemed somewhat frustrated with the office work the past month or two (note: I've been doing that job for over a year, so a little frustration in the last two months is not exactly indicative of me hating the job, IMHO.) I agree that, yes, I was a tiny bit frustrated in general, and that, after awhile, explaining the same thing repetitively to customers who don't want to listen (IE, the exact same customer who asks the exact same questions month in, month out, despite having been with us for over a decade) can get a little old.  This is not something I ever said TO a customer, or got frustrated about to their face.  I know better.

So he immediately puts it off on my generation having no patience for anything, ever. 

Um, no.  Thank you very much, but I put up with a LOAD of shit with a smile.  My expressing a moment's frustration (BECAUSE YOU ASKED) does not make me, or people loosely related to me by age alone, "constantly impatient with other people's 'stupid' even though we've had to watch y'all grow up and let me tell you~."

Of course, this is the same guy who thinks he's not racist because he's "colourblind," proudly proclaims his "Non-PC" status at least five times a day, likes to go off about how he managed to pay off his student loans with no problem twenty fucking years ago and doesn't see how anything has changed in that time so what are these people bitching about, and believes that socialism equates to communism.