Garden stuff!

Some garden stuff! In limbo until we move.


May. 26th, 2014

I just found out that one of the three other people who applied for my position (the one that was created as permanent specifically to keep me on) - specifically Aggressively Awkward Girl from our neighbour department - is actually already a permanent employee. Me? I'm a temporary employee, but I've been doing this exact same job for two and a half years. She's apparently been calling HR every couple of days to demand status updates.

So this is probably the reason the process has been held up for so damn long. The competition ended in April, but they're talking about not even doing testing until mid-June, which will be two months from the competition close date. They've already had to give me two one-month extensions, because my last contract ended in March. I'm way more qualified, but she's got seniority. As in, she's already got a permanent position. Whereas if I'm not rehired, I'm unemployed.

I know it's petty and all but I'm currently extremely annoyed with her. Like, JFC, you already have a job. This one doesn't even pay more than your current one. You apply to every permanent position that gets posted, which I know because you gossip about it to all and sundry. Leave mine alone.


May. 24th, 2014

hello city


We have signed a lease on the new place.

I have written the end-of-tenancy letter, and a thank-you note to our current (very lovely) landlords. The envelope is sitting on the dining room table, waiting to mail.

It's funny, but I think this is the first time I've moved just because I wanted to, not because the current place was awful or I was broke. My heart is beating so fast because I am an adult, right?

(the new place is so close to work guys and there is a huge sundeck and I'm going to grow so many tomatoes it's going to be amazing)


Fic (Teen Wolf): Keystone

Keystone | PG | ~8,600 words | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles

Summary: A keystone species is a species that has a disproportionately large effect on its environment relative to its abundance. Such species are described as playing a critical role in maintaining the structure of an ecological community, affecting many other organisms in an ecosystem and helping to determine the types and numbers of various other species in the community.

Or: It takes time for the memories to settle into place, to feel like they’re his; the interim is hard.

Notes: So apparently this is a thing that's going to keep happening. I mostly blame Lauren.

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(In My Hand) The Golden Bough | PG | ~45,000 words | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles

Summary: There are a lot of things Stiles has forgotten. Some of them by choice, because some memories are too painful and that’s what you do to survive; some of them because they were taken from him.

Notes: This story’s original title was “Stiles’ Mom Was Probably Also A Wizard (aka: NO STOP WHAT NO HELP FUCK YOU TEEN WOLF).” It remains so in my heart.

I’ve noticed that most of my stories in the last year or so come with a disclaimer of blame. A blameclaimer, if you will. In this case, those to blame include:

Everyone who laughed at me on Twitter/Tumblr when I first told them the original title of the story (including fiddleheadsalad, youinthebushes, tinyclaps, and the Laurens). Honourable mentions to hufflepuffia and sisygambis, who were probably enormously entertained by my suffering.

Special merit award to Lauren, who not only (along with Kim) betaed this story but after the initial rambling Tumblr post helped me name Stiles because apparently she keeps a list of unpronounceable Eastern European boys’ names (I didn’t ask) and encouraged me in the matter of Aunt Pearl because she is a shameless enabler.

And of course the ladies of Slash Report (especially MK) who are 120% to blame for dubconning me - and by extension most of my immediate RL social circle - into this fucking fandom in the first place.

I hope you’re happy.

(You’re all terrible people, so you probably are. :P)

I’ve tried to tag for warnings, but see the end of Chapter 1 for details and spoilers.

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Bike to Work Week 2013 Day 4



  • didn't get off bike to walk up any hills today

  • still hate hills, hills are assholes

  • also hello shoulder pain, I remember you, this is sooner than I expected you

  • apparently I'm getting one trip per day in the dry which means it will rain at 4pm on the dot

  • still haven't won a bike

  • (sigh)


So I have achieved day 3! My most optimistic predictions suggested that I would have missed at least one day or given up by now, given that a) Bike to Work Week in Vancouver generally means five convenient days of unceasing torrential downpour and b) biking to work means bypassing Tim Hortons. But this morning I still got on the bike and did it, so we'll call that a win.

Yesterday was - not to put too fine a point on it - awful. The promised torrential downpour arrived as expected, and by the time I got to work I looked like I'd been swimming. This morning, happily, I am mostly dry! It was only spitting out. The ride is already feeling a little easier, too, though there are still a few hills where I'll get off and walk rather than ride up them, and a lot of the perceived improvement is probably down to my actually knowing the route now.

Incidentally, I'd forgotten how much more pleasant it was to ride without the rain gear. In 2011, the last time I was riding regularly, it was usually at 4 in the morning and either well below freezing or pouring rain, on top of being something done in the execution of a terrible, soul-crushing retail job, so as you might imagine it was one of the most unpleasant experiences of my recent years. Now I can ride to work, take a shower, get changed, and then sit down at my desk with a cup of tea. This is much nicer!

(Still dutifully logging my BTWW trips.)

(Still haven't won a bike.)

Bike to Work Week 2013 Day 1


So I just rode my bike to work for the first time in 1.5 years.

(One could argue it was the first time I rode my bike to work voluntarily. My last (terrible, no good, very bad) job started at 5am and it was the only way to get there.)

It was okay! Though I think the cycleroute planner engine and I disagree about what constitutes a 5% grade.

But I made it! And the Bike to Work Week people at the brightly-coloured tent on campus gave me:

  • 1 chocolate chip Clif bar

  • 2 juiceboxes

  • 1 cookie

  • 2 foldy cycle route maps

  • 1 banana

I was already late, so I ran down to use the employee shower (things I never knew we had before last week) before bursting into the office to find LCW was the only one here yet and breathing a sigh of relief. (Tomorrow, leave earlier. It's still faster than transit.)

Lovely parts: riding through parks and cemeteries, particularly Mountain View, which is one of those delightful places where it is downhill in both directions: a path with a dip in the middle that is a shallow enough slope that you can coast down one side and your momentum carries you safely up the other.

Not-so-lovely parts: going uphill. Though at least 50% of that is me being out of shape and no longer used to powering up hills half a dozen times in a row.

Notes to self for tomorrow:

  • it's probably not going to rain; the weather forecast is a tissue of lies concocted to make you wear far more layers than I need

  • just wear your bike leggings, even if it means you'll have to change when you get to work; it's just a lot more comfortable than jeans

  • it's not November, so you probably don't need waterproof shoes either; if you get wet, you're changing, and even if you get wet, it's May, so you're not going to freeze

  • oh god biking in summer is so much nicer than biking in winter

I don't have a cycling icon so you get Kiki; in that scene she is, technically, on a bike. :)


Karma points

You know how sometimes you're having a great day and you're like "uh oh, now something shitty is going to happen," and then you laugh?

Yesterday at work we did a major software upgrade. After months of prep and stressing over approximately one million reviews of implementation docs, we had all expected at least a few things to go horribly wrong. To our collective astonishment, it went like 97% perfectly. (YAY!)

After work and went straight to UPS downtown to ship my mum's birthday present, because I am an excellent daughter. (YAY!)

Then I went shopping for new running tights. And found some in my size that I genuinely liked! (YAY!)

And then I made my way back to the SkyTrain, only to find that it was extremely broken, crowded like the Olympics, pausing for up to 10 mins at every stop, and freezing multiple times between stations, including once right outside my stop, at a spot where I could literally see my apartment from the window. (BOO.)

So in conclusion, I think I broke the SkyTrain. (Sorry, Vancouver.)

Liveblogging Continuum, Episode 1

So I've been meaning to watch this since I missed the premiere/presentation/thing at FanExpo in April, and I've finally got 'round to sitting down with all the episodes queued up. It's a big shiny deal for there to be a show actually set in Vancouver as opposed to filmed in Vancouver, with Vancouver standing in for Seattle, New York, Washington DC, etc. So much so that I felt like I was morally obligated to at least give it a shot.

(I feel no similar obligation about the Primeval spinoff also set in Vancouver. I mean, I might watch it, and I grant it might even be good, but god, Primeval was SO TERRIBLE, guys. Free pass for me.)

I didn't get around to watching it before because it came out on May 27th and most of May was spent re-watching Avengers over and over. So, y'know, time well spent.

Continuum, Episode 1: Our Heroine Gets Thrown Back in Time 60 Years, to a Time When We Are Still Pissed About The 2012 Harper Budget, and The Canadian Jokes Don"t Stop ThereCollapse )

...yeah, okay, I'm hooked. It's like The 4400 without the infuriating plot twists and random departures from reason.

On to the next episode!


Chandri MacLeod

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