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Of gardens and alleys
Walled gardens have existed for centuries, where people of power set up boundaries and within their walls you are subject to not only their rules, but the rule of the community that takes place inside ( Read more... ) -
Trust in fate.
Two weeks after not getting the position at the hospital, I got a call from my recruiter. "Would you like to go back?" she asked in a querulous voice. It would be at the campus where I'd missed the opportunity, for Chris, the supervisor who wanted to hire the other people ( Read more... ) -
More on job.
For the last 5 months I'd actually been doing the job they were hiring for and doing it well enough to have received several compliments on my performance. I'd taken on tasks that people who'd been working for years had previously had trouble completing. I scored the highest of the four intervewees on the practical exam, so much that I actually ( Read more... ) -
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Did not get job. Going to drown sorrow in pictures of abandoned buildings on the Weather Channel. -
Content!
The Ironjacks project is fun and will continue on Thursdays for now, but I thought some life information wouldn't be out of place.
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By the time Sera called a halt just before midday, Brute had worked up a dark sweat and Sera had worked up a dark temper. She used the excuse of tending to the horse to calm her nerves. Indeed, brushing Brute in the canvas shelter off the side of the wagon while he gratefully sloshed around in his water bucket gave her the fortitude not to start ( Read more... ) -
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The storm caught them later on that night, though it didn't find the party unprepared. The sturdy canvas kept out the worst of the blowing sand and Sera had tethered the horse on the lee of the wagon with a shelter of his own. In fact, the terrible conditions gave her an excuse to actually let herself get some sleep, since her prisoner was ( Read more... ) -
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The terrain steadily became less arid as they approached a low row of hills. After almost an hour of slow but steady progress, Sera turned the wagon off the road at a shaggy, stunted tree with a broken branch dangling from it. Hopping down from the driver's box, she purposefully strode to a tangle of sage humped up against the lee of the trunk ( Read more... ) -
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Sera didn't return to the Sheriff's station until well after midday, where Jeb pounced on her before she got more than a boot into the door.
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Though she didn't exactly know why, Sera made sure the door was closed good and tight, keeping herself, Jeb and their visitor outside on the porch rather than inviting anyone inside.
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