[fic] You'll Be Sorry But Your Tears Will Be Too Late

Title: You'll Be Sorry But Your Tears Will Be Too Late
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Martha, Sexy
Summary: Pure crack. A hug and a thank-you are not nearly enough recompense for all the shit Martha put up with in 1913, and if Martha isn't going to wring anything better out of the Doctor, well, the TARDIS has her ways.

( Will I help you? Don't be funny. )

[fic] You'll Be Sorry But Your Tears Will Be Too Late

Title: You'll Be Sorry But Your Tears Will Be Too Late
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Martha, Sexy
Summary: Pure crack. A hug and a thank-you are not nearly enough recompense for all the shit Martha put up with in 1913, and if Martha isn't going to wring anything better out of the Doctor, well, the TARDIS has her ways.

( Will I help you? Don't be funny. )

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I HAVE A JOB OFFER

A MOTHERFUCKING JOB

I NO LONGER FAIL ADULTHOOD FOREVER

Details to be discussed Monday--it is basically three jobs rolled into one. Programming/tinkering with data-collection software for development/public-health/etc surveys in third world countries, shipping out to the countries themselves to help set up the software and train people how to use it, then whacking the results into shape once they come in and tabulating them prettily to send off to USAID and various other statistics agencies. So I get varied work that is actually useful, I get to travel to interesting places, and I get to use my French and possibly get paid to learn Russian or Arabic. Win.

Oh, and money. WOO, financial independence and no longer having to mooch off my parents.

\o/ \o/ \o/

I HAVE A JOB OFFER

A MOTHERFUCKING JOB

I NO LONGER FAIL ADULTHOOD FOREVER

Details to be discussed Monday--it is basically three jobs rolled into one. Programming/tinkering with data-collection software for development/public-health/etc surveys in third world countries, shipping out to the countries themselves to help set up the software and train people how to use it, then whacking the results into shape once they come in and tabulating them prettily to send off to USAID and various other statistics agencies. So I get varied work that is actually useful, I get to travel to interesting places, and I get to use my French and possibly get paid to learn Russian or Arabic. Win.

Oh, and money. WOO, financial independence and no longer having to mooch off my parents.