Title: Darkness

Category: SGA/Gen
Rating: PG
Length: 700

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, not for profit, blah blah blah copywrite cakes.

Author's Note: A challenge drabble inspired by this pic:

Thirty Foot Rule

“Lower the shield,” Woolsey commanded. Chuck nodded and a second later the shield dropped. Woolsey moved to his normal spot at the balcony, adjusted his jacket, and when no one came through the ‘gate right away, he started to grow concerned. Then Sheppard stepped, no, limped through and his eyebrows dipped in proportion to his frown.

The Colonel was a disheveled mess. His black uniform was spattered with mud, one knee of his pants blown out, what skin was showing scraped and bloody, his elbows and forearms in similar condition, and he was frowning and clenching his P-90 like he was ready to use it at any moment. There were a few leaves and a stick caught in his wilder than normal hair and there was even the beginnings of what promised to be a good shiner…. Ronon and Teyla stepped through a moment later. Ronon appeared to be on the verge of laughter, and Teyla seemed incredibly distressed, and both were in as pristine a condition as when they left earlier that day.

They were hardly more than twenty feet from the ‘gate when the sound of their last team member exiting had Sheppard spinning around. “Thirty feet, McKay!” he said through clenched teeth. When Rodney took another step John raised a finger and growled, literally growled, at the scientist. “Thirty feet!”

Rodney froze, eyes wide, his expression running the gamut between sheepish and scared, and held up his hands in surrender. When John continued to glower at him he took a step back, his ass damn near touching the event horizon, and hung his head, hands still up.

John grunted, then spun back around and stomped for the stairs. Rodney waited until he was at the first landing before even moving.

Woolsey pushed away from the railing. He couldn’t wait to hear this debriefing….

Wow, I've been remiss with LJ for awhile.  But for good reason.  Since September work has been pure utter f***ing hell.  I got behind, could not focus, then got the flu and got more behind, then on December 5th I found out it was from unchecked rampant type 2 diabetes.  Got medicated, made some changes, and got back on track.

But the manager and the Veep continued to treat me like I was still having all the problems.  Had numerous ambushes, which they called 'meetings', got yelled at (the hostility in one meeting had my jaw hanging open) and belittled, but thanks to the remnants of the anti-depressant running through my system I yelled right on back.  They wanted a cowed little peon, but f*** them.  They ambushed me again the Friday right before my vacation was to start with a disciplinary action that was bogus.  I complained about the phone queue not working properly, and the meeting started (and this is a direct quote), "[The manager] got your e-mail about the phones disrupting work, so we pulled all your personal e-mails since December 1st...." 

WTF?!?

When I made the point of saying why aren't you coming down on everyone else's use of e-mails, I got a very snotty "this isn't about other people, it's about YOU."  Hmmm, wonder if they ever looked up the definition of harassment?  Yeah, I filed a grievance, didn't like the BS runaround response to that, filed a grievance at the top level, got a "we have taken your comments into consideration and at this time feel the matter is closed".  Whoop de frickin' doo.  In other words - here's your lube, bend over and take it like a good little cog.

Then, during this whole grievance thing, we had the ARRA re-notification going on with software that wasn't working until 2 weeks before the deadline, and we got basically 7 months worth of notices out in two weeks and just made it.  And found out the next week that the programs still screwed up and missed a bunch of people, while all the work we had to put on hold needed to be done because it is deadline sensitive.

Needless to say, stress levels were high and compounded by nonstop phone calls we were all ready to just drop and die.  Except for the manager - she always forgot to log into the queue....  Funny, that.

I know they were making things so miserable that I would walk on my own, but fat chance.  But last week I'd had enough, did something I knew would get me fired, and sure enough, was put on "administrative leave" and escorted to the door last Tuesday.  I was so utterly happy I know it really pissed the Veep off.  When they called the next day to say I was terminated, I let out a very happy cool!!

Heh, such a turd. =^.^=  The roomie now thinks my indian name should be Turd Bird instead of Two Bird.  Smart-ass.

That night I had a dream that I was cleaning out my desk and finding all these cool things I'd received in other dreams over the years.  The manager and Veep were hovering over me, being total bitches, but it wasn't bothering me.  People from other departments were coming to say goodbye, and after that I picked up my box and left.  I think my subconscious approves.  The next night I had another dream where I went to work at a place that was staffed solely with former employees of SPUFD (Souls Sucking Pit of Utter F***ing Despair).  And holy crap, it was amazing to see just how many people there were.  Haven't had another work dream since.

And I have a job interview Tuesday.

Yup, things are looking way, way up.  =^.^=
 

Title: The Education of Little Bear
Author: Negolith2
Rating: PG-13
Category: Alternate Universe
Word Count/This Chapter: 7,800
Warnings: None, really, just some cussing, can't help it.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, not for profit, blah blah blah copywrite cakes.

Summary: The sequel to 'Untamed'. Really. Since I've been sticking close to canon, this is the simple story of how Dr. M. Rodney McKay, Ph.D., Ph.D., gets the Pretender gene.

Author's Note: See, I'm not dead! I just, um, smell that way.... =^.^=