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[masterofmidgets]

Got up at 7.30 to exactly no purpose - the woman who gave me the referral at the orientation on Tuesday specifically told me I had to apply for the job in person, but this proved not to be the case - according to Front Desk Boy, I can only apply online. And when we got to my dad's office, his partner wasn't there, so there wasn't any work for him to do. We went home at 11 having accomplished precisely nothing. Needless to say I am both tired and severely pissed off. It does not help that applying for the job gave me a huge freaked out existential crisis sort of thing - lots of me hating myself for being useless and angsting that I'm only ever going to work at stupid call centers for the rest of forever because I have no skills because I suck. Yeah. Annoying and pointless. I finally distracted myself with Justice League cartoons and Star Trek porn.

I think I let colourofsaying  talk me into actually writing the Due South/Torchwood crossover fic where Jack Harkness is Benton Fraser's father. Um. It has a plot! And emotional arcs! And alien drug-dealing gangsters with laser-dillingers. And Margaret Thatcher being awesome, because I kind of love her. We decided that she's secretly an ex-Time Agent who used to be bestest drinking buddies with Jack and John - the three of them hung out, got drunk, and slept their way through the agency, but they had a rule to never sleep with each other. When Jack and John hooked up in the time loop she was pissed enough that she quit the agency and disappeared off to Canada (which is why she is still alive, until the rest of the Time Agents). Jack is very very surprised to get an email from her.

I have serious plans to go to bed early so I can get up in the morning and work on it, and colourofsaying  is already plotting the sequel, where Fraser goes to Cardiff and tracks an alien fugitive and finds out Jack is immortal. Fun times!