tahariel: (Fury)
Stuck at work with no patients waiting on a 15.45 appointment that isn't going to show up but cannot be got hold of by hook, crook or frustration. By the time I get to leave I will have wasted my potential snow day and driving is going to be a pig and a half :(


tahariel: (this is how i roll)
Thank you to everyone who replied to my post last week, and sorry it took so long for me to respond. It was a really horrible day in the long, ongoing saga that is my work situation - too long to go into in detail here and now, though I think many of you know about it already. We'll have to see what happens, as ever, but things are not as bad this week. I'm feeling better, anyway.

Though today I found out at the gym that I have lost a stone and a half since this January, and let's just say my gym visits haven't exactly been religious, so I know where that's all gone. Stress as a slimming aid?

On a happier note, I've started writing again! Or at least, I've written about 350 words two days in a row now, which is better than the nada it's been up until now! In celebration of this, a wordcounter and a rec for you all! I'm sorry I haven't been doing the recs up until now, btw, but things at work... well. You know.

7504 / 25000

This Mortal Armour

My old word counter from Zokutou seems to be all gone - poop! I loved that wordcounter! - but this is an acceptable substitute :) A lot of this is from previous work, though, so only the last six hundred or so words are fresh.

And the rec:

What if Bella realised the power she has over Edward, and used it? This vision of Twilight, even if you hate the original, is mouth-wateringly dark, with Bella portrayed as a sociopath who knows exactly how best to use a vampire who is utterly devoted to her. Turns the original on its head without changing the premise, a task that sounds much easier than it is. Absolutely perfect.

The peaceable kingdom By [livejournal.com profile] orange_crushed. Summary: "Say it," he tells her. He is so goddamn arrogant. He orders her words to come out in front of him like he'd order a coffee. If, you know. He drank. "Say it."

Tags: twilight, edward/bella, het, fic, au, dark, a:orange-crushed

tahariel: (Just Like Blood)
So today was really frustrating, but again not because of work shenanigans. It seems I am just in the zone for frustration at the moment. I also made much too much cauliflower cheese, but it turned out awesome, so I will save it for another day.

I am hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] inmemorybound, [livejournal.com profile] sillyshy and [livejournal.com profile] krazykipper at various times over this weekend, so that should make EVERYTHING BETTER. Because that is how the world works.


Today's rec is an Underworld fic! This movie is one of those things you love even though it is bad for you. It is... not the best movie ever made, put it that way. But I love the premise of it, and I think it's pretty hot, anyway. This fic takes the best of the movie and puts it into fic form, like turning dead stuff into diamonds! Sparkly, sparkly diamonds.

In the Bedroom by Misty Flores. Summary: Despite his change - Michael's still deceptively human.

Tags: underworld, michael/selene, het, fic, a:mistyflores

tahariel: (Sigh!)
So today was a pig of an afternoon at work, but not because of shenanigans, just because it was so busy and then I was supposed to see TWO five o'clock patients myself (I finish at 5:30pm.) Thankfully one didn't show up but I still ended up leaving late, and thus didn't get a chance to look over my notes thoroughly for the afternoon before my boss gets them tomorrow. I had a quick check, but I'm unhappy about not being able to really sit down after clinic and make sure.

That said, a totally awesome rec today!

This fic I stumbled across on delicious (as I so often do) and totally fell in love with. Thoughtcrimes is a great Joe Flanigan movie anyway, but the chemistry between the two main characters and what this means longterm is really explored in this fic without having to cover it all - it's just there, omnipresent and wonderful.

I Love My Love by [livejournal.com profile] hth_the_first. Summary: Sometimes, after almost spending almost six years with the same person, day after day, the same weird habits, the same repetitive thoughts – God, sometimes she just wanted to kill him on general principle.

Tags: thoughtcrimes, brendan/freya, het, fic, a:hth_the_first

tahariel: (Robotica)
So today was a bitch of a day, but not specifically because of all the stuff that's been happening at work but more because I got one of those Very Special Parents that I like to privately call 'that freaking crazy bitch.' Honestly, this woman. IDEK. Not even worth going into it. My mentor was very nice about it, anyway.

Pretty much would have been a bitch of a day whether or not all this stuff was happening or not, so I guess it's better than it has been?

Tomorrow I'm going to be in London for a study day, after which I'm going to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] cienna, [livejournal.com profile] takadainmate and [livejournal.com profile] gnine to watch old Highlander episodes and rock out. I'm looking forward to it - I'm keeping busy at the moment, and it's nice to have something I'm doing other than being chastised.

Now for a rec! *goes and digs for something you guys will like*

This is just the first fic of a series. Now, I haven't seen BSG, but this fic? Makes me really, really want to. It's soooo good.

Downloaded by [livejournal.com profile] ennyousai_fic. Extract: When he opens his eyes he feels steadier. He remembers now what happened. They'd been on Capella IV only to discover the Klingons were already there, and he'd stepped forward without thinking to pull Jim out of the way and -

"You're lucky you were in range of the Resurrection Ship," says the woman on his right softly, and he sees that she is tall and blond and beautiful. "Just a little further out and we wouldn't have been able to download your consciousness."

Tags: startrekxi, battlestargalactica, crossover, crossover:startrekxi, crossover:battlestargalactica, kirk/mccoy, slash, fic, angst, cliche:someoneisarobot, a:ennyousai

tahariel: (Star Trek - Kirk - golden smile)
I haven't felt much like reccing this past week or so, but as you can read in my previous post, things are improving, so here we go again :)

Today's rec is a truly epic fic. I am talking over 200k words long. It is also TOTALLY ADDICTIVE. Seriously, it's worth reading, but make sure you have time to sit for a while, okay? It is like a healthier kind of cocaine (depending on what you tend to snack on while you read, naturally.)

This fic is Kirk/McCoy, Academy!fic, with a very strong structure and sense of personality coming through from McCoy as POV character. You get a real flavour of his mind reading it, and seeing Jim through his eyes is really well written. While it's not a massive departure from general fandom opinion of Nu!Jim, it's done in such an accomplished manner that it's fair to say it's one of the better examples of the type. It's also a good slow burner of a fic, though as I find often happens with slow burners the burn is better than the payoff. Try it anyway.

Switch by [livejournal.com profile] ceres_libera. Summary: The life and times of Leonard H. McCoy MD/PhD … If Leonard McCoy's life could get any fucking weirder, it would be … Jesus, he didn't even want to think what that could possibly mean, because it's already been too fucking weird to make any kind of rational sense.

Tags: startrekxi, kirk/mccoy, slash, fic, spock/uhura, a:ceres_libera

tahariel: (Cat - stare at the sky)
Thank you to everyone who commented on my post about work yesterday. I'm feeling better about it today, even if it still sucks ass, but at least I'm more sanguine about it. I can live with that. I'm just going to do the best job I can do, and fuck them if they don't value that. I am going to be all Tom McRae about it. (I love Tom McRae. I wonder if he has new music out yet? *ponders*)

On other random and unrelated topics!

I don't know about you, but "Child On Board" signs always make me think, well, I guess I won't ram into your car, then, I suppose. Do they really make anyone drive any differently? I'm fairly certain that they're mostly a way of indirectly bragging that you have produced offspring. For proof of this, see "Grandchild on board", a clear extension of this phenomenon which has no value but to show off that your offspring have produced offspring, and you are now old.

In the name of funny roadsigns everywhere:

Today's rec not only ignores either of my read pairings in Star Trek fandom (le gasp!) but is also fabulously funny and poignant. I really enjoy fics that explore the dynamic we saw on screen between Kirk and Uhura, not necessarily romantically but the way in which that is a kind of friendship, too - an ongoing joke between two people who pretend to dislike each other. This is a perfect example of the type.

How Many Roads? or, 27 Times Jim Kirk Hit On Nyota Uhura by [livejournal.com profile] captandeastar. Summary: After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she’s very glad she’s never going to have to see him again.

Tags: startrekxi, spock/uhura, kirk, het, gen, fic, a:captandeastar

tahariel: (Narnia - Aslan - el rey lion)
I woke up this morning, turned on my laptop, and the first webpage I saw was the BBC coverage of the earthquake in Haiti. How awful! The pictures are enough to make you want to cry - in fact, made me want to jump up and go there, to help. I know that I don't have any useful skills to give them, and that it is irrational of me. But that was my first impulse. If anyone else was looking for a way to help, I've donated money to the relief fund being raised by the British Red Cross - they seem to be one of the most 'useful' places to put it, if you know what I mean. Not preaching, just thought I'd provide a place to go if you wanted one.

Today we got off lightly here in MK snow-wise; persistant but light, and it didn't really stick to the roads, just to the other snow, which is manageable. We still only had about 50% attendance today, but that's a vast improvement on last week. I think people must be getting sick of not doing things, and so are struggling in to the hospital despite the weather. It saved me from going out of my mind with boredom, unlike last week, anyway, so despite the fact that this means I have to do work, I'm actually happy about it! (I know, I'm surprised too.)

Today we have two recs, since I forgot yesterday: today's theme is His Dark Materials fusion-fics. I love this genre, because it provides a unique insight into how a writer perceives a particular character's inner landscape - not only is there the all-important choice of daemon, but the way the character and their daemon interact and what they talk about and don't talk about is so revealing. I would read them all day if I could.

The Importance of Souls by [livejournal.com profile] jlupinfic. Summary: Snatches of Dean's life through an infusion with His Dark Materials.

(Not spoilery for season five.)

Tags: supernatural, dean/castiel, slash, fic, fusion:hisdarkmaterials, fusion:supernatural, cliche:daemons, a:jenniferlupin

Another World by [livejournal.com profile] gnimaerd. Summary: Four Merlin vignettes set in a world where everybody has daemons.

Tags: merlin, gen, fic, au, crossover, fusion, fusion:hisdarkmaterials, fusion:merlin, crossover:merlin, crossover:hisdarkmaterials, cliche:daemons, a:gnimaerd

tahariel: (Heal)
Sure, it would be nice if Mr Bates didn't turn up to his clinic two hours late and make all his patients wait. But he's just one asshole consultant. Most of us work damn hard, and for relatively small pay (it starts off good but doesn't go up much) to make other people's lives better.

I love my job. I really, really love my job. I love helping people and telling people their kids are fine and not to worry. I love working with patients even when there's nothing I can do for them, even though I have to tell them that, because people still sent them to me to see if we could help them - not cutting them out of the system, not ignoring them because they're 'too disabled'. I work with five-month-olds and five-year-olds and fifty-year-olds and eighty-five-year-olds. I work with glaucoma and squints and amblyopia and cataracts, and idiots and wonderful people and people who don't speak English well enough to tell the difference between 'keep patching' and 'stop patching'.

I get into work first thing in the morning and I don't leave until we've seen everybody and all the paperwork is done and we're ready for everyone else to come in the next morning and start all over again. I work my ass off when we're running late - and it's never our fault, it's always because a patient was late or we've been asked to see an extra person because they really need our help - and I sit around waiting for patients who never bother turning up for their appointments.

And even with all of this - I want always to be doing more for people, to be using best practice, to argue for better facilities and tests and to run more clinics and help people more. And you know what? I can do that, if I work hard enough for it. Because that's what the NHS is. We do it out of love, and anybody who wants to slag us off can go pay for their own healthcare somewhere where the doctors give them extra appointments and extra drugs that they don't need because they get paid more that way, and ask for their insurance details before they'll set a broken leg or take five seconds to check their kid for a squint.
tahariel: (Make something)
A quick roundup:

  • Another week has gone by and I still haven't been fired!
  • I made an offer on a flat, which was rejected, then upped my offer slightly which has been accepted, so hopefully I will be moving into a place of my own very soon :)
  • Having only mobile broadband blows.

    Not a lot to talk about, really - trying to make myself write, but failing somewhat at the moment. Hopefully will give myself a kick up the backside this week and really get going. I suspect the problem is because I wrote myself into a boring bit that didn't want to go anywhere, and I'm just reluctant to go back and cut. Fail, self, epic fail.

    On the other hand, assuming I manage to get Paintshop Pro onto my new laptop to finish up the graphics for it I should be uploading a Kirk/Spock fanmix I've been working on this week, so watch this space :)
  • tahariel: (Harry Potter - Ravenclaws smarter)
    So today was my first day of actual clinic work in my new job! As many of you are aware, I have been rather concerned that I was going to be incompetent and flail around looking like an idiot. As it was, even though I got three weird patients in a row, I was fine and I'm starting to get an idea of where to gets the notes from and where the put them, and I haven't once accidentally written 'student' under my name. I'm now a legitimate orthoptist!

    Yesterday was my graduation, which went really well - I didn't fall over or anything - so I'm just waiting to see the photos from that now. It was bizarrely sunny in Liverpool, considering how rubbish the weather was everywhere else.

    So! Basically, everything is still going well! I'm hoping to start writing my new Star Trek fic tonight (I'll be honest, I wanted to do some real planning first, but I'm getting finger-itchy, so. We'll see how it comes out and if it sucks then I'll have to rework it.)
    tahariel: (Cloud for brains)
    ...just thought I'd let you know that no lightning bolt struck me down for daring to start my new job as a qualified orthoptist today :)

    The accommodation is nice and I have a really lovely housemate, while the other new guy is not going to be my best friend he does not at least provoke me to homicide, and my other coworkers are all really friendly, too. So it's looking good here in MK.

    My brain still hasn't caught up with the idea of no more long days off for weeks at a time, though. I'm waiting for the lolling around lazily watching dvds and doing f-all to come back, which they're not going to any time soon. Oh, well. I'll get used to it. If induction-induced boredom (or bum-numbness from eight hours of INCREDIBLY uncomfortable chairs) doesn't kill me first.

    Lastly - yay new icon, just want to play with the pretty!
    tahariel: (Cloud Nine)
    Sooooooo, something kinda important happened yesterday *dances around like a loon*

    I went to an interview for an orthoptic job in Milton Keynes and they offered me a permanent position!

    I believe the sound I made after putting down the phone was something like "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

    I'm really excited! They were really nice and friendly and the department is really big and spacious and location-wise it's perfect for me - exactly what I wanted!

    Most awesome thing ever!

    Also, this morning I was invited to join Dreamwidth! So now I have an account over there too, and I will be learning how to use it. I'll start crossposting between here and there, but I want to use both, if that makes sense, so that when fandom decides which way it's going to jump I'm already on the boat :)
    tahariel: (Happiness and excitement)
    Finished the first draft of the Big Scary Assignment, thank God! With eight references, five of them journal articles, so now I just need to go back to it tomorrow and work it over until it doesn't suck. It's not due until next Thursday, so I'm glad I've got most of it done. Now I've only got the A-level level Neurophysiology assignment to do, which should be relatively easy comparatively.

    Thank God, basically summarises it. I'm just glad I finally sat down and did it - I was kind maybe a little bit procrastinating a tiny weeny bit on this one. Um. Yeah.

    But now I can totally do some writing! Or watch NCIS, whatever. They're totally equal on the acheivement front, I'm sure you'll agree.
    tahariel: (The Night Tower - canals and drawbridges)
    I've been thinking about something Myv has said to me, about the way I work and how much work I do. She says that, at least at the moment, I'm not taking a degree, I'm writing a novel - and to some extent I think she's right. I'm not very good at doing things I don't want to do, and too good at doing the things I do. I need to find a better balance between the two and get work done.

    ...I still desperately want to crack on with my novel, though.
    tahariel: (Night Watch - Anton glasses)
    So I've finished my Case Study on Cystic Fibrosis ready to hand it in tomorrow, the deadline date which so many students have failed to appreciate until this weekend *is a little smug, having started and worked on it for a month or so*

    It's funny the ways you realise that you're actually learning stuff. My Granddad emailed me to - well, chat, I guess - and told me Grandma is having cataracts removed. My reply was something along the lines of 'It's a routine op, and they only remove the lens. It gets stiff with age. The cornea does most of the refraction for the eye anyway.'

    (It's true, by the way, in case you were wondering.)

    BTW - I hate all of you and your damn schedules. Why can't you just be around when I want you to be, like TV?
    tahariel: (Draco - unquestioned)
    My sister Lucy has a boyfriend.

    Apparently Dad has known since the weekend, and it is only me who is left out (although this is because she didn't know how to bring it up, apparently.) And it was Dad who told me, too. It's... weird. I know I'm not the most boy-oriented person ever (as in I don't spend much time with them, not that I don't like them *grin*) but I kinda still thought it would be me first. Because I'm oldest, y'know, and all that jazz.

    His name is Dan and he's nineteen and thus two years older than her and at uni in London. And if he hurts her I will hunt him down and shoot him in the back of the head, yes I will, because she is my sister and she's been through a lot of shit. (Not that I really expect him to hurt her, but, you know, sometimes it's useful to be prepared for the worst.)

    It's just weird, is all.

    Today I worked the afternoon at the pharmacy where I used to have my Saturday job and it was quite nice to be there again, even if the till seems remarkably primitive after the touchscreen and scanners they had at WHSmiths. And Gill wasn't even evil, which is nice. (That's pronounced Jill, btw, not as in fish gills.)

    Also, my ear did not hurt all day even though I took no painkillers which is a good thing and should be praised with big praise.
    tahariel: (FF Movie - into the kingdom of under)
    Today it is raining and I want some of you to come online so you can talk to me TT-TT (Hollie, you are excused on account of being Somewhere Foreign.)

    BTW, something funny I saw the other day, did anyone realise that subtext is an anagram of buttsex? (Slash fans all laugh)

    I got an email about another Slash Study Day today, actually, but I'm not sure I'll be able to go because, of course, of starting uni. I'm hoping that when I see my schedule I may be able to wrangle it, but it's not looking good at this point in time. I think they're just asking for papers at the moment, anyway. It's being held on Tuesday 27th February next year, BTW, for those interested parties.

    Amy's Thought for the Day: If you own up to things later than you strictly should have but not so late that you look like you were copping out instead of forgetting, then sometimes they're already done for you, which, y'know, rocks. (This happened to me today, in case you hadn't guessed.)
    tahariel: (Jim/Blair kitchen)
    I'm never quite sure whether the sight of an ambulance actually makes my heart skip a beat, or if I just think that it should. I drove past one today with its full sirens blazing and thought that my breath caught for an instant. But maybe it was just my flair for the theatrical coming out again. Who can tell? I go through life living it from scene to scene and considering what would be the best thing to happen next dramatically as though I were writing a book. How strange.

    Had a day of work today with a lady who was an absolute darling most of the time, but then sometimes rattled off a load of things for me to do without telling me where things or files were and then getting pissy when I didn't remember and do them all. Um, hey, not my fault? I'm kinda glad it was just a one day job, I got home and my brain was just fragged. I couldn't think. I think it wa just the constant audio typing I did all day - too much concentration for too long a period.

    I finally paid up for the 100 userpics thing, because it's a dollar a month extra and I wanted them. I'm weeeeeak, weak I tell you! WEAK!
    tahariel: (Default)
    Rodney is so secretly playing with John's hair.

    So the dog got his haircut today (he really needed it) and they cut the hair on hs head too short and now it's like a military buzzcut. And so now... he's a dog of the military! (Fullmetal Alchemist fans should get this joke)

    I've been given a new two-week job which starts next Thursday and is part-time so I'm not working all day and should be good so yay, more moneys *beams*

    Also, I had my third Hep B injection today and so now I am impervious to harm. Bwa ha ha ha!


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