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beer_good_foamyRight, so some various stuff.
1. Huge thanks again to everyone for the overwhelming response to "Mission Accomplished". Really. It meant a lot.
2. I've tried to bring some semblance of order to my fic by updating my master list of fic and creating a drabble master list as well. Both are in the left margin.
3. Writage: one drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday's challenge "Title swap" and one ficlet for still_grrr's "Skip, Rack, Badger" week. It's minor character March, and I *LOVE* Skip. (Also, New Brat In Town won last week's challenge - yay - and got a spiffy banner courtesy of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xlivvielockex, see linky.)
Calvary
Season 1, or thereabouts. No offense intended to the religiously minded.
"But Cor..."
"Shut up, Harmony." Cordelia held up their paper. "See this? That's what we call an 'F'. I swear, that's the last time we do a history assignment together. Would it have killed you to do the reading? It's not that hard!"
"I did SO do the reading! I even checked the frickin' encyc... enclyc... fact book thingy! It said they killed him in Canada!"
"Harm, just -"
"I mean, do you think I'm stupid or something? See for yourself, it says right here: 'And when they were come to the place, which is called Calgary, there they crucified him.'"
Title: Workingman's Blues #3
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: 004, Skip
Characters/Pairing (if any): Skip
Joey "Skip" Scipowicz couldn't really complain about his life.
He'd never been the toughest jock in school, he'd never dated cheerleaders, he would never run his own business, but still... his job at Davidson's Steel Imports might be boring (and he hated wearing a tie), but he got along with everyone and he could afford to take his wife (who had a great personality) to the movies once a week.
No, the problem wasn't the job itself. It was the getting there. And that day it was worse than ever.
6.45 AM. Pitch dark. The freezing rain had turned his cap into a soggy sponge on his head by the time the station manager announced that the next commuter train, already 20 minutes late, was cancelled and the next one would be along in an hour or so.
This is where Joey snapped.
He rushed the station manager, grabbed him and started screaming things he'd never considered himself capable of thinking, much less saying in public, in the man's face. "WHY?!? WHY?!? THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS LATE! I SPEND FOUR HOURS ON THIS FUCKING TRAIN EVERY DAY! I GET UP AT 5 TO BE HOME BY 9! I NEVER SEE MY KIDS! I'VE BEEN DOING THIS EVERY DAY FOR EIGHT YEARS AND I'LL BE DOING IT UNTIL I RETIRE! WHY?!? WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME LIKE THIS?" Joey was sobbing now, hysterical. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!? I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT! I'D SELL MY SOUL FOR A SHORTER COMMUTE!"
At which point the station manager – whose eyes, Joey suddenly noticed, glowed mysteriously red – smiled and produced a contract. "I think something can be arranged. I happen to have an opening in the steel business. If you'll just sign here..."
So now Skip has a shorter commute. And the dress code rocks.
1. Huge thanks again to everyone for the overwhelming response to "Mission Accomplished". Really. It meant a lot.
2. I've tried to bring some semblance of order to my fic by updating my master list of fic and creating a drabble master list as well. Both are in the left margin.
3. Writage: one drabble for
open_on_sunday's challenge "Title swap" and one ficlet for still_grrr's "Skip, Rack, Badger" week. It's minor character March, and I *LOVE* Skip. (Also, New Brat In Town won last week's challenge - yay - and got a spiffy banner courtesy of xlivvielockex, see linky.)Calvary
Season 1, or thereabouts. No offense intended to the religiously minded.
"But Cor..."
"Shut up, Harmony." Cordelia held up their paper. "See this? That's what we call an 'F'. I swear, that's the last time we do a history assignment together. Would it have killed you to do the reading? It's not that hard!"
"I did SO do the reading! I even checked the frickin' encyc... enclyc... fact book thingy! It said they killed him in Canada!"
"Harm, just -"
"I mean, do you think I'm stupid or something? See for yourself, it says right here: 'And when they were come to the place, which is called Calgary, there they crucified him.'"
Title: Workingman's Blues #3
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: 004, Skip
Characters/Pairing (if any): Skip
Joey "Skip" Scipowicz couldn't really complain about his life.
He'd never been the toughest jock in school, he'd never dated cheerleaders, he would never run his own business, but still... his job at Davidson's Steel Imports might be boring (and he hated wearing a tie), but he got along with everyone and he could afford to take his wife (who had a great personality) to the movies once a week.
No, the problem wasn't the job itself. It was the getting there. And that day it was worse than ever.
6.45 AM. Pitch dark. The freezing rain had turned his cap into a soggy sponge on his head by the time the station manager announced that the next commuter train, already 20 minutes late, was cancelled and the next one would be along in an hour or so.
This is where Joey snapped.
He rushed the station manager, grabbed him and started screaming things he'd never considered himself capable of thinking, much less saying in public, in the man's face. "WHY?!? WHY?!? THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS LATE! I SPEND FOUR HOURS ON THIS FUCKING TRAIN EVERY DAY! I GET UP AT 5 TO BE HOME BY 9! I NEVER SEE MY KIDS! I'VE BEEN DOING THIS EVERY DAY FOR EIGHT YEARS AND I'LL BE DOING IT UNTIL I RETIRE! WHY?!? WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME LIKE THIS?" Joey was sobbing now, hysterical. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!? I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT! I'D SELL MY SOUL FOR A SHORTER COMMUTE!"
At which point the station manager – whose eyes, Joey suddenly noticed, glowed mysteriously red – smiled and produced a contract. "I think something can be arranged. I happen to have an opening in the steel business. If you'll just sign here..."
So now Skip has a shorter commute. And the dress code rocks.
