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[lyssie]

*has a good moment of panic*

Shit, I need a better system of getting references. And a new resume. And I-- yeah.

*panics, since it's easier, and the fucking workmen are making it impossible to think (and my blood sugar is low, so I should probably eat something)*

*hates life, and wants it to be tonight, with everything like job crap past and taken care of, omg*

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[nakedtoes.livejournal.com]

*skritches and offers, er, porridge to give you long-term energy and chocolate for short-term happy-buzz*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

thankyou. *dies of panic*

*flops and whimpers*

[nakedtoes.livejournal.com]

*skritches* Is there a library or somewhere quiet where you could go work, so that you could hear yourself think? I wish I could help somehow, but I'm drawing a blank though chocolate is in the post, which is something. But you're wonderful and intelligent and delightfully snarky, and someone somewhere will recognise this soon and give you work. And I'm sure the flist of knowledge can help with your resume (I'd offer, but mine is definitely dodgy so it wouldn't be so much help)

*cuddles*

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly certain *one* of us, or perhaps a few of us, can poke at it for a Lyss and see if we can make it even better omg.