OMFG.

[chibi_trillian]

I have a job interview tomorrow. Full time job, in my field.

OMGimgoingtospontaneouslycombustandnotgetthejobbecauseimafailureatlifeAUGH!

Well, at least I have a nice new shirt for my blazing failure. It's even an actual color instead of being black.

*sigh* I'll try writing something to get my nerves settled down. Either that, or I'll do dishes, since I find that weirdly calming. Or both. But not at the same time.

In unrelated news, WTF did I do to my knee?

Comments

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

*cheers you on* Good luck with your interview!!

To help you relax, would you like a drabble of some kind? I swear, it won't suck that much. XD

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

*cling* Yesplzthnx. If you don't mind. I need this job so badly that my nerves are liable to make me start biting my nails again. I hate being this jittery--I'm usually the one going "Calm down; things will work out!"

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm sure you'll do fine. =3

Was there a pairing or topic you'd like to see? =3

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh...I'd dig some Smoker/Zeff, but that's a weird enough pairing that I won't ask for it. I'm actually in a bit of a Smoker mood.

Topic, topic...rain?

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I can't write Zeff to save my ass. =3 Hopefully this'll help ya out? ♥♥♥



Water dripped from his short hair, trickling down into the fur of his jacket. He tried to avoid the rain when it thundered like this. The leather could handle it but the trim tended to pick up an unpleasant smell after too much of a dousing. A faint grunt of annoyance and Smoker pulled a cigar from his jacket sleeve only to scrutinize it. Smelled worse than the jacket.

Still . . . this was a dull town and he wouldn't be able to leave for another two days. During which time, Straw Hat would gain two more days on him.

Ripe or not, he needed the damn cigar.

By the fifth match, he nearly gave up. Hearing something fizzle repeatedly tended to shorten one's nerves horribly. The jacket was growing heavy on his shoulders, it was dark and wet outside the Marine lockup and the cigar was getting more aromatic by the minute. Still . . . he plucked his sixth and final match and lifted his foot to strike the flint. A hiss and a pop and the cigar smoldered under the pouring rain.

Smoker frowned at nothing in particular.

"Smoker-tai~~~sa. Didn't you know standing in the rain will make you sick?"

Smoker idly wondered if that was better than what stood behind him. A pause for thought. Result: Yes it was. At least while sick he could expect people to leave him the hell alone.

If it were in him, Smoker might have actually started sulking right then. Instead, he merely folded his arms and chewed on the end of the damp, yet burning, cigar. "Five seconds," he grumbled.

"For?"

"Four seconds." He ticked them off with his gloved fingers, holding them up for his visitor to see.

"So not fair, Smoker-tai~~~sa. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you didn't want to see me."

Smoker's brow furrowed further and water streamed off the wrinkles threatening to take permanent residence there. "Three," he growled.

"Well, we've proven you can count. This is a good step." The voice was closer now and there was unnatural warmth beginning to pervade the water-soaked leather. "Now we just need you to understand the weather and we'll be golden."

The word "two" might have been uttered but his jaw was clenched so tightly, Smoker was honestly surprised his teeth hadn't chipped yet.

"And after that is of course that lonely little number."

The noise that fell from Smoker's mouth had to be the number one. Either that or Smoker had picked up a new curse that involved some new, undiscovered deity.

The heat was closer now and he could hear his jacket steaming. "Now," a voice purred in his ear, "what other lessons should we teach a stubborn Marine captain?"

Karma really had it in for him. He must have been one sick bastard in a previous lifetime to deserve this hell.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee. Thank you. ^____^ Snark's snark makes the Chibificus happy.

Now all I need to do is makes sure everything is organized so nothing can go wrong for tomorrow, and I'll be good. ^_^

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

*huggles you* Yay! I'm glad you liked it.

I'll be sending you good vibes for this thing. *throws confetti for you* And . . . methinks I'll write you an additional drabble featuring aborted dork!smut. XD Every little bit helps, ya? ♥

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Squee. Apparently, every little bit does--I'm uncombusted and the interview went phenomenally.

Do I still get dorkloves?

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

Yay! Congrats then!! *huggles*

Of course you do! Give me another day and I'll have something for you with semi-smut and cranky dorks. XD ♥♥♥

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

UBERSQUEE.

*waits impatiently*

[creamy-twilight.livejournal.com]

Awww, you're not a failure at life and have some faith in yourself. You got the interview, so they have interest in you and it's in your field, so that's a plus for you (I think) ^.^ Who knows, maybe you'll even get the job *gives thumbs up*. Poor knee, hope it doesn't hurt or isn't bleeding.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

I hope it goes well. I really do.

As for my knee, I think I pulled a muscle or something. I just wish I knew how.

[paxnirvana.livejournal.com]

I wish you the very best of luck on your interview (sleep might be good too?? *grin*) tomorrow. *^__________^*

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Sleep would have been a good idea. Unfortunately, after staying up to do the twenty or so pages of paperwork I needed done, I only got about four hours of it. My interview went well anyway, yay! Thank you!

[kasra-c.livejournal.com]

Good luck! I'm rooting for you. ^_^

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Thank you for you rooting--my interview went well. Yays!

[nike-victory.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the interview. Be sure to get plenty of sleep and to eat a good breakfast with protein. And go to the bathroom before the interview, so you're not sitting there squirming because you need to go.

Don't make eye contact for more than 5 seconds at a time. Any more and you come across as staring.

Try to make them laugh, or at least smile. It puts the other person at ease, but stay away from jokes that make fun of any particular group. That's just asking for trouble. Jokes about your self are better, because they also show a realization that you know you're not perfect and a willingness to learn from mistakes. But don't go overboard.

And now that I've probably scared you, have fun and do or wear something that makes you feel lucky. *waves*

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the advice and the good luck! It seemed to help--my interview went well.

[angstymcgoth.livejournal.com]

Good luck!!

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Eeee, so much good luck had I for this interview, and it certainly seemed to help!

[angstymcgoth.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad! What kind of position is it for?

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

That's the entertaining part--I don't know exactly. Labwork, likely, science-related, definitely, but exact position? Dunno yet, other than "science peon." It still pays more than my other job, and it has benefits. XD

[angstymcgoth.livejournal.com]

You'll have to tell the details when you get the chance, geeks like me (well, us) get off on that XD And benefits!! I can't tell you the last time I saw a dentist before grad school...something going on 5 years...at that point, I would've paid someone to even look in my mouth!

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

I shall, I shall! 'Tis a small geeky world of joy.

I didn't go to a dentist for the entirety of college. I only went last year because my wisdom teeth were killing me, and he only looked at my wisdom teeth ($45!). But oh gods, to be able to go to the doctor when I get sick or hurt instead of patching it up myself and hoping it heals okay...squee!

[2metaldog.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the interview. I'm sure you'll do fine. You're a bright cookie. Here... I'm sharing some of that good karma one of the people on my flist decided to share with me.

*holds out handful of glowy, sparkly stuff*

I figure if I share it, more good karma will find it's way to me. And it works too. I've had some very good things happen in the last few days.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Eeeee! Thank you! It certainly seemed to come in handy today. I hope I have a chance to return some good karma to you soon.

[2metaldog.livejournal.com]

Good then it served its purpose. I think the stuff has some sort of exponential growth rate where the amount shared is doubled for every time it is shared or something like that. I suck at physics so I'm not sure but it sounds about right.

[kikkuma.livejournal.com]

OMFG. Dude. Feel free to hit me for having not seen this post earlier. *face/palm*

GOOD LUCK. =>.<=!

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

It's all good. And thank you for the wellwishes.

I know it's not midnight where you are yet, buuuuuut...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLAN-CHAN!

I'll write you some flanfiction tomorrow. ^_____^

[kikkuma.livejournal.com]

=o.o=...... =@///@= Aaaauuuugh~ *flails* Shut uuuuppp~ That doesn't make me haaaappy~ =>//<=;

...*squees* Awwgh, thank youuu~ -^_^-