Another SF Valley Monday

[cmk418]

Didn't get a lot done today. Sent my resume off to the non-profit. They e-mailed me back asking for salary requirements. I gave a figure that I thought was fair and would keep me in a way that I used to be accustomed. I have no idea whether that will be a help or a hinderance. Lots of non-profits like to keep the budgets on the low side, but after working with some, I also know that they like to drive their employees into the ground so the money has to be representative of that.

The White Sox and Angels are now out of the playoffs. Boston is in. I can't stand the Red Sox. So I guess it's Rays and Dodgers for this series and then we'll see.

I don't know if the roster is finalized or not. They cut 4 more guys today. Sad to see those guys get sent down (Beach, Crawford, Brouwer, and Aliu). They seem a little heavy on the defensive side still. I really hope that Jack Skille stays up. He did pretty good for us last year.

I'm commissioning a very small fantasy hockey league this season. Thought I'd try it out. It's kinda funny because I think I was the only one who selected their own players. I've got Ovechkin (apparently I went first in the auto-draft), 6 random guys, and 7 Blackhawks (no, it's not bias, it's confidence). I'm a little peeved that my aunt got Pavel Datsyuk because he was actually on my list. Wonder if she'd give him to me for Corey Perry?

Yes, it's still me writing this.

Writing-wise, I got my prompt for the Willow ficathon. It wasn't the one I really wanted, but there's plenty to write about with the prompt I do have - it's going to be a Firefly/Buffy Crossover. I've started an idea for the OZ Trick or Treat Grab Bag. And, does anybody else start thinking of oz_magi this soon, because I think I pretty well know what I'm going to ask for. And, no, Jia Kenmin is not involved this year. *sigh*

Comments

[revelininsanity.livejournal.com]

YAY! JOB TIMES!

I really wish you could just have your dream job, though.

[revelininsanity.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Have fun on your walk, hon!

Hospitals are always cold, always smell of inexpensive disinfectant and always have nurses who smile at you without seeing you.

Billy's been in too many hospitals, because the chairs, utilitarian and less than ergonomically designed, have all become comfortable and the sounds of the sick and the recovering and the dying have become background noise, like living in a construction zone. He can even say the smell isn't so bad, but that's mostly because what he smells is Sophie's watermelon shampoo where she leans against him, making soft, wounded noises.

Jean's arguing with the receptionist about letting them in to see Sean. The receptionist's on this kick about family, which is fucking stupid, because besides Sophie, the only blood Sean's got is out in Glocester and doesn't care if he's alive or dead. Billy considers flashing his badge, just as Jean starts to lose her patience, but he doesn't get the chance.

“Sergeant Costigan?”

Addario's a little shorter than Billy, big brown eyes that usually crinkle while he smiles wide with surprise. He's known for being a lace curtain, grew up in a quiet little house somewhere in the North End, or so far South that the Projects were a bad dream. Rumor has it that his parents still go by the Anglicized Addams and the first time he had a cannoli was at the Academy.

“What are you doing here?” He stops in front of Billy, clearly shocked.

Billy can feel his lips tighten, irritation thinning them down, and he puts Sophie down, carefully, before getting up. He has one had on his cane and the other one wrapped around Sophie's tiny fingers and by the time he's all the way up, Addario's distracted by Jean.

“Where is he?”

Jean sounds colder than Billy's ever heard her, like she's dipped her voice in ice water. Sophie doesn't seem to notice, rubbing Joseph's fin on her face, but Addario winces.

“They put him in a room down the hall,”Addario thumbs over his shoulder, back toward a corner with a kitten poster on it.

“Which room?”

Jean's doing all the talking, in this clipped off tapping. Billy follows her as she bullies Addario down the hall, leaning on his cane on one side and holding Sophie's hand in the other. He can feel Sophie run her thumb back and forth across his fingernail and squeezes a little.

The last time he was with Sean, really with him, last night, he'd leaned back against the pillows and watched Sean run back and forth across the room, talking about Sophie's birthday. It's in two weeks, and Sean didn't know what to do.