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Company: Aetheon

Position: Administrative Assistant

Hours: 40+ per week

Salary: 150,000/yr

Experience: Five years or applicable schooling. Will accept less on a case by case basis.

Additional Information:

Must be willing to push boundries and break the spirit of the lawskirt operational limits. Requires in depth understanding of computer information systems as applied to searching, acquiring and collating data. Security and encryption experience a plus. Must be a bitchhave a cool demeanor and a capability for manipulationfinesse.

I didn't want to make a big deal out of it or anything, but my 30th birthday was on Monday. My band and I are going to be drinking and maybe have an impromptu gig (if the owner will let us) at Mad Dogs and Englishmen on Saturday. If any of you want to stop by for a drink, you should. We'll be there all day and night.

It's like this little box that I can just put all my thoughts in and people have to read them because this is the place where thoughts get put and then they get read.

... I suppose you don't actually have to read them, I only read half the things I find on the internet.

Anyway, the other day I was holding Finn up to the mirror and we both decided that I might just be old enough to keep this beard. I lost track of the time along the way but I guess I had a birthday a few months back. I really should have gotten some party hats for the cats and had some kind of party. That's what people do on their birthdays, right?

But back to what I was talking about, which is that Finn and I decided that the beard was good, and in the process of deciding I thought about how nice it could be to copy your face and then change it, then look at your changed face and your real face and decide which one was better.

Not that I need to decide to make the decision to keep the beard anymore, but someone out there might want to get on making a machine like that work so that next time I have to decide about my face I can look at my new face and go 'There! That's the face I want!'

Hey! I'm going to post these cats just knocked over something and they're all pretending they didn't do it which means they DID do it.

Meeting with my publisher at Tate later today to look at the proofs. In the final stages now! Empowerment Through Pain should be on the shelves in the next few weeks, which, despite being through all this before, is a dizzying thought... partially because this book is a little more personal.

( [Filtered to Juliet Linus] )

I had to terminate several employees yesterday. My chief of operations in Greece overstepped her bounds and cost me far too much money for too little gain. A little chaos is welcome, but for now the instability in that country is detrimental to my interests.

I've also placed an advert closer to home. Perhaps I should have asked for someone fashion and appearance savvy, as well. Perhaps I'll simply examine applicants' natural tendencies and evaluate from there. To see if any choose to go above and beyond simple business dress.

The new su-chef decided it was a really good idea to break nearly everything possible within her reach. I felt bad for her but she had to go after three nights of causing more problems than not. I told her to come talk to me when she was a little more put together. I put it better to her but I felt really bad for it.

I let her touch me. Rather, I touched her hand. Its all very confusing. I didn't jump. I wanted it. I can't remember the last time I wanted to be close to someone. My sister I think. The last time I saw her smiling, reading to me while I was in her arms. My mother, while we were watching the telly that night. Before the door crashed open and hell came into my life.

It felt nice. I've been lonely. Its good to get out, talk to people.

At least living people.

Thanks so much to everyone looking out for the dog and me. She should be able to come home tomorrow. She's technically not supposed to be here, as I found out, but since she's going to need special meds for a while, I'm going to keep her here until she's a little stronger, probably a week or so, and then, thanks to a really kind offer, she'll be going to stay at a ranch for a while, until I can finalize a new place for her.

The vet thought it was better if she's somewhere quiet to rest at first, but then, well, it'd be better if she has somewhere that she can be looked after, at least until I'm down to just a couple classes for spring and summer and can spend more time with her.

So everything is going really well today. She's getting chipped before I bring her home tomorrow, and I've got a collar and a leash that probably should fit her, and I'm hoping I can afford all of this with the monthly payout from my father's trust, but if not, they'll work on installment I've been told.

...Given where I found her, I think I'm going to call her Alibi.