i loved this soo much!
The fallout from the new series 3 trailer has been intense, so cue the adorable David Tennant and a bunny.
From the Mary Morstan hate, to the Harold hate (John’s stache has it’s own name. Shut up.), to the jumping out of the cake jokes, the BBC has killed us all.
Dude. Seriously. The shit on tumblr right now has reached Hellatus levels of crazy. I am loving every minute of it… even the stuff I’m not completely cool with.
All I can say is - the entire fandom seems to believe that Sherlock spent his years after the fall watching/checking in on John whenever he could, generally via Mycroft’s CCTV access, and we WERE WRONG. We were so. fucking. wrong.
I think it’s actually kind of brilliant that he doesn’t realise* John’s moved on with his life. It seems so perfectly in character despite every thing we saw in series 2. I mean, like without John to ground him, he reverts back to series 1 Sherlock, and I think that’s great. (*Let’s save the Aspie!Sherlock conversation for later. I don’t really care either way.)
Some of the clips we’d seen before this were obviously taken out of context and seeing them placed in the narrative flow also destroyed about a thousand different head canons. The way Sherlock smiles in the restaurant? Maybe it’s because he does see John (and Harold), but I think it’s more the high after the deduction. (Hell yeah, bitch. Your wife’s going into labour. Called it. I’m back, fuckers!) Maybe I’m wrong… who knows.
I’ve watched it a zillion times already and I’ve already read half a dozen fan fics based on the trailer… I don’t know how I’m going to survive until January.
I seriously don’t.
Sherlock returns on the first and I start my new job on the second… it’s a double whammy from hell and I’m not the most patient person in the world… and I still don’t have anything to do during the days to distract myself.
and there was much screaming, flailing, and rewatching
Because I’m so excited - and someone asked for a sneak peek - here’s day 4 of the 30 Day Johnlock OTP Challenge. It’s still a draft, so be gentle.
4 - One gets sick (a 221B)
“JAWN! JAWN! Lestrade just called! They pulled another headless body out of the Battersea Power Station! We need to go before Anderson contaminates the crime scene!” When John didn’t come running, Sherlock headed up to the older man’s room.
He opened the door carefully, took one look at the feverish doctor and decided that he’d stay home. John needed him. “Sh’lock? Gimme five minutes. I’ll be right down.”
Sherlock watched as he tried to sit up. “Don’t move, John.” He was at John’s side in two quick strides, and placed his hand on John’s forehead. “You’re burning up. What should I do?”
“Hot broth and paracetamol. There’s a can of chicken broth in the cupboard where I keep the teabags. All you have to do is empty the broth into a pot and and bring it to a simmer. You should know where to find the paracetamol.” He smiled weakly.
Sherlock reached out, brushing John’s fringe off his face. “I’ll be back. You just rest.” He pressed a kiss to John’s forehead before he left the room.
This case easily rated an eight on his scale. He really wanted to be at the crime scene, but John was more important than The Work. While he waited for the broth to warm, he texted Lestrade: “John’s sick. Staying home until he’s better.”
We’re discussing our pre-game dinner when J decides he wants to play charades.
J: holds up five fingers
J: points at self
J: flips the bird
me: Five pussies fuck me? That’s a hell of a restaurant!
just like a fine wine, that one…
It’s still not real that I accepted that job.
It’s still not real that I’m working for a large international company.
It’s still not real that I’m going to be back in the world that I loved so much.
There’s a world of difference between working for a hockey team in a rink that’s managed by someone else to working for that rink manager, but a lot of the perks are the same. I still get to walk around the rink when I’m having a bad day. I still get to experience that smell that is uniquely ice. I still get to experience everything I liked so much about working for the Storm.
I had the most terrifying dream about my father last night.
It may have even been worse than the one where I find him dead in his apartment…
My father had a Facebook account.
I know you’ve seen the Lamebook posts, or the ones that go viral in your FB newsfeed, you know, the ones with the parents from hell. The ones that overshare. The ones that think they’re funny.
My dad would totally be that guy. And he’d be VERY active on my account. Like a little kid in need of constant attention.
yeah, well, apparently it’s against the law to chin the chief superintendent
To go all tumblr fangirl: John punches the Chief Superintendent so he can be with Sherlock. Then, they get handcuffed together and Sherlock holds a gun to John’s head calling him his “hostage” before they run away. Say all you want about the crazy Johnlock shippers, we’re not necessarily pulling this relationship out of thin air… some of us just choose to take it in a different direction instead of what was (supposedly) intended. [Insert reminder that Freeman himself has called Sherlock “the gayest show on television”.]
Let’s get on to the real news shall we?
Since my last post on December 1st, I had two interviews back to back.
The first one this week was my third with the company I’ve turned down twice. I’m glad I decided to hear them out, because I would have taken the job in a heartbeat had it been offered to me again. They completely rewrote the job description and I joked that it was like they went down my resume line by line. It definitely wasn’t the same position I was offered the first two times. However, nothing changed the fact that I would have been in the same exact position I was in when I was let go by SG: 3rd in command, running the financial show, overly large fish in a ridiculously small pond. It’s not really where I wanted to be, but it was a good alternative if plan A didn’t work out.
(Plan A, of course, being the nearly impossible task to obtain a job at a large international company.)
The second interview this week killed the first company’s chances at landing me.
I accepted the offer today (verbally, but I do have a signed offer letter sitting next to me… I’m waiting for one more piece of info before I send it on), so I guess I can talk about it.
I’m going to be the staff accountant for a ridiculously massive international company that wants to expand into Europe. Why they haven’t yet, I don’t know, but the plan is there and I have no doubt it’s going to happen during my life time. Anyhoo, this company manages arenas, conference centres, etc. They manage UConn’s football stadium and the Hartford Civic Center among a gazillion others, but I will be working at an arena on a college campus about a half hour from here in MA. A college where their main sport is hockey and they are in the same league as Boston University.
So. Basically. I’ll be working in an ice rink. (At a college, even.)
Have I mentioned yet that my life seems to be circling around? That this how I started my professional life elebenty zillion years ago?
They loved me from the get go - even though my current resume says ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about my experience in college hockey, nor the NHL, nor even the ECHL. I’m not quite sure what it was about me, but the interview solidified that they loved me, that they wanted me, that they had to have me. OK. Maybe that bit’s a little exaggerated, but that’s what it felt like. When I brought out that experience, I knew I was wearing my “hockey face” and I knew I was in contention for the position.
When they asked if I would be open to relocation, I told them point blank that it depended on the city since it’s not just my decision. Then, I told the truth: I knew they were looking to expand to Europe and we would move there in a heartbeat. I’d prefer the UK, but I’m open to any where. They do a lot of promotion from within, relocation, all that good happy crap, and it was awesome to know we were on the same page with my GTFOOTUSP. (Hee hee… that looks funny. Maybe I should have written it out: “Get The Fuck Out Of The United States Plan.”)
Seriously. They didn’t look bothered by that at all. WOOO! But, also, they own a pro hockey team. How awesome would it be to be back in the NHL if that’s where life decided to take me? It’s not my endgame at all, but it wouldn’t be a terrible career path to go down.
And then they mentioned the money.
Less than I was making in NH, substantially less than I need to make if I take a job in MA. But the benefits… THE BENEFITS.
1) International company.
2) Looking to expand in Europe.
3) Huge discount on my cable/phone/internet.
4) 401(k) with match (!!!!)
OVERTIME. FOR AN ACCOUNTING JOB.
That never happens.
I’m not expecting to make up the shortfall with overtime, but it’s a nice, unexpected, bonus. I mean, there’s a possibility for quite a bit in the beginning - there’s two new accountants and a new Director of Finance and accountants normally work more than 40 hour weeks during month and year end, but who knows how well-oiled a machine the finance department will be after a while?
So, when they offered me the job yesterday, the first thing out of the guy’s mouth was that he had to take the chance and offer it to me even though the money wasn’t there.
I guess it’s a good thing I’ve been unemployed for so long… swallowing the pay cut was made a lot easier by realising that we could afford it since we’d been living on one salary and the tiny bit the state sends me every week. It was still a very difficult decision even though I knew deep down there was no way I wasn’t taking it. Everything circles back and all… I’ve completely gone full circle: college ice rink, white Subaru, New England. It’s mind blowing to be completely honest.
I don’t start until January 2nd, so it’s going to be a long three weeks, but I finally feel 100% confident that I accepted the right position.
Thank. Fucking. Dog.
In other job related news, I left that terrible temp job. The recruiter accused me of being difficult the entire time I was there. (All 5 days! Wow. I must really be a huge asshole since I was looking out for my best interests…) Eh, whatever.