Jobness

First day at my new job went okay. It's shelf-stacking and pleasantly undemanding. The girl who was assigned to work with me (to make sure I wasn't shoplifting, I expect - oh no! How will I get my cheapass Hulk merchandise now?) was my age, and the inevitable round of where-have-you-worked-and-what-shools-did-you-attend revealed that I've worked with her aunt and a few of her cousins, and she was in high school with most of the people I knew growing up.

Life in a small, small country.

My single contribution to the RPF kerfuffle (aside from my revelations about my preteen boyband fic days) - the perils of having named myself Doyle mean I'm always the tiniest bit disappointed when I click on an Angel/Doyle fic and find Angel paired with that guy from season 1...

Oh, and the reason I'm so tired today? Up most of the night reading Book of Daniel. Four words, glossing: you. Are. My. God(dess).