Sigh. Fraser and Thatcher, King and Queen of Awkward, are currently awkwarding around in the fic I'm trying to finish. They are so awkward, in fact, that they are preventing me from completing said fic because they just won't talk to each other.
Argh.
In other news, CareerBuilder sent me this job. Why the computer algorithm thought I was at all suited for it I have no idea, but I felt really badass for a moment to have it in my inbox. (I would make the worst. PI. ever. though, really.)
Argh.
In other news, CareerBuilder sent me this job. Why the computer algorithm thought I was at all suited for it I have no idea, but I felt really badass for a moment to have it in my inbox. (I would make the worst. PI. ever. though, really.)
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Date: 2011-06-22 01:15 am (UTC)1. Computer Skills. Check.
2. Digital Camcorder. Check.
3. Good Driving Record. Check.
4. Clean Criminal History. Check.
5. Reliable Laptop computer and Broadband Internet Service. Check.
6. TN Private Investigator License. For all we know, check.
You'd be perfect for this job! :-)
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Date: 2011-06-22 04:50 am (UTC)I love how the job posting is all "beginners welcome! We'll train you! But... must have minimum one year's experience..." Awwww. There's a "Spy Supply" store just down the road from my parents' house, and it always made me laugh when I passed by.
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