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[merelyn]

In further developments, I had a informational interview yesterday with an HR person at Time Inc. that went pretty well, as did another interview today at Allure magazine for a sales assistant position for their fashion reps. (Which is cool, because I like clothes, but I hate makeup. My idea of tarting myself up is blow drying my hair and putting on lip gloss.)

HERE'S THE KICKER: After speaking to the Time Inc. woman, I got a call this morning from someone at ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY about a temp position. 3-6 months, sales coordinator or something, who gives a crap because it's ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY. My love for that magazine cannot be textually rendered. I've subscribed to it for like, 6 years. Over a quarter of my whole life. <3 <3 <3

So: !!!!

I have that interview tomorrow, and I also heard from one of the alumni of my publishing program that her job is opening up. She's a publicity assistant for Penguin's SF/F imprints. SHE GOT TO GO TO THE NY COMIC CON FOR HER JOB. ZOMG. (Apparently the woman above her who got to go to San Diego Comic Con didn't even want to go this year. Is she on drugs?? What's her problem?? Though if I had to work at Comic Con and missed out on stalking the cast of SGA and BSG and Heroes that'd be almost worse than not going at all.)

So. Good things on the horizon, I hope. *fingers crossed*

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[lillianloop.livejournal.com]

Radek gave her a look over his wire-rimmed glasses.

"Remember, my return for you is but phone call away," he said finally. He shook his head. "We laugh at your father, but perhaps emergency retrieval of daughter button device not such bad plan after all." Jane grinned sunnily.

"Uncle Radek, I'll be fine!" she promised, and hefted her duffle bag onto her shoulder. He rolled his eyes, but kissed her forehead and hugged her one last time.

"Make us proud, crush their intellects mercilessly. Your father still wants photo of first person you make cry." Jane sighed, but was smiling.

"Of course," she said, and walked toward the other milling campers.

"If they try to make you sign contract that involves work, intellectual property or brain, call, and I send *Ronon*." he called after her.

OH GOD.

[lillianloop.livejournal.com]

GOOGLE TALK ME AND I CAN ENGAGE IN SHENANIGANS WITH YOU AT WORK. KATELIN.LEE

DO IT

[merelyn.livejournal.com]

YAY!!! PARENT TRAP FIC!! \o/ Though I'd probably name the girl something other than Jane, since that's the name of David Hewlett's adorable pregnant fiance.


And I tried, but I can't figure out gmail chat for the life of me, sorry. *iz dum* Maybe after you get back?

[merelyn.livejournal.com]

Also, how CUTE is it that both of them sent their daughters to science/math/space/astrogeek camp?

[lillianloop.livejournal.com]

Seriously- where else would they send them?? Because I'm a huge dork, it's a "HI WE WANT YOU TO GIVE US UR BRAINZ WORK FOR US PLZ K PLZ??" kind of camp at, guess guess-- Cape Canaveral. Because John is like, "FLY THE SPACE SHUTTLE. I DON'T CARE HOW. BREAK IN. DOOOOO IT." and Rodney is like, "BREAK THEIR SPIRITS AND SHAME THEM FOREVER. FOREVER."

I just love that Ronon takes the role of the grandfather. OH MY GOD, I HAVE NO SHAME, I'M TOTALLY GOING TO WRITE THIS.