Age: eighty-million, according to my six year old, who is now grounded.
Location: The basement of the igloo. Also, WEST COAST, BABY like Fab.
What position are you applying for and, in one sentence, explain why you are qualified? Bartender, because a) no one's picked that yet, so I have no competition ATM; b) I can snoop on private conversations to feed my active fanficcing imagination; c) where else can I try out new and tasty combinations with Maximum for optimal hallucinatory effect?; and d) I'd get to play with the other bartenders' hair during breaks (wheeee!). (I'd also hide all their hair accessories so they'd have to wear it down 24/7.)
You are locked in the ice rink overnight. Do you (a) call to get out (because of course you have ample minutes on your phone), (b) dramatically beat against the door as mascara tears stream from your eyes, or (c) cheerfully freeze until morning, since you know fanfic's cure for hypothermia?
You're kidding, right? I took first aid. I know that C is the only logical answer.
Fandoms (in addition to AWZ, obviously): AWZ takes up most of my fannish oxygen currently, but other fandoms I've flailed over in the recent past include Torchwood (count me in with the "except for the last half of episode 4-on of CoE" contingent); North and South, the BBC version with Richard Armitage; actually, almost any costume drama from the BBC of the Jane Austen-ish variety; Red Dwarf (a little older, but one of my first fandoms); and HP.
Fannish activities, past/present/future (vidding, fic, meta, etc.; if you lurk, that's okay too - interested in dipping your toe into anything in the future?) Fic, of both the serious and the cracky variety, as well as a little vidding now and then. Oh, and I make the odd icon or three. Emphasis on odd.
Prosecco, raki, or Maximum+vodka? (Not that we encourage imbibing of alcohol while on the clock.) Yes, please.