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Romilda: I'm really sorry about all the crap Kristine said. She can be really horrible and I hope she didn't hurt your feelings or anything. Sorry.

Well, it's lovely finding out your daughter in an ingrate and apparently a lesbian.


[OOC: let's assume all comments and responses are made that night in about a 30-60 minute time span. Yay!]

Happy New Year, lovies. Everything was wonderful on New Year's, but I think that is to be expected because Romilda is amazing. I even got some decent time off of work and everything has just been lovely. Kitty and Kristine were even tolerable and Granpa and I had a cigar on New Year's Day (he said I was old enough to 'appreciate' now.)

Anyway, my New Year's resolution is to work less overtime and spend more time with my friends.

( ZACHARIAS SMITH )

Happy Christmas, everyone! Thank you for the nice gifts and the well wishes. Everything was wonderful, from The Nutcracker to Oliver! - even family festivities.

A few of us (me and some other dogooders) stayed after Oliver! with the kids and had cake. We got them a Christmas tree and some candy and I'm not sure who had stickier cheeks, them or us, because this one little boy kept giving me kisses and all the sweeties certainly made them sticky. They were all so happy, though! I need to find out when their birthdays are and be sure to send them each a card.

Anyway, what is everyone doing for New Year's? I need to think of my resolution!

( Private to Zach & Romilda )

WE HIRED A TEMP YESTERDAY! and I slept in today!

Thursday was wonderful and I have new shoes! They are wonderful and I got a new dress to go with them for my date on Wednesday. Happy Christmas to me!

I'm really excited for Oliver! Romilda and Zach are going to be wonderful! And I'm going to see the Nutcracker in Muggle London with Romilda. I'm excited that I'm going to have time to do it. Oh, yay temp! We're still looking for a permanent employee, but just having someone organize the office and help with the paperwork is amazing. Maybe one of these days I'll even get back to my research and conservation. I'll keep my fingers crossed!

I dreamed Perkins was the one who broke into the Museum and the one who locked me in the closet. I dreamed he did what he did to Romilda to me... and I wish I could really remember what happened, because the fact that I don't know scares me.

( Private to Romilda )

( VERY Private )

( Private to ZACH! )

Perkins threatened to move me to Diagon on Friday. I fucking hate him. Not that anything's wrong with Diagon, but God damn. This is MY museum. I haven't put my blood, sweat and tears - and nearly five YEARS of my life into this museum to be relocated. Fuck him and fuck his stupid notions. I hope his gets diarrhea and can't come into work for a week.

( Private to Friends )

Perkins says because of my carelessness a ward was left down the night the Museum was robbed, and it was 'most assuredly' me who left it down. I'm not allowed to stay after five nor am I allowed to come in on weekends until further notice.

And Romilda is working with him and he's ignoring me.

( Private to close friends )Thank you to everyone for your kind words about the break in. I'm doing fine and I appreciate your thoughts. The Museum will be open again first thing Monday morning. Thanks for bearing with us as we recuperated.

[OOC: posted 11/13 around 11pm, unfinished.]

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to work so late. I never see my friends anymore, and even with an assistant, the work isn't getting down. Perkin keeps taking on more and more projects that we simply don't have room for. We had to downsize another one of the exhibitions just to make room for a set of vases. We had to move two of the Egyptian kings to one of our sister branches.

It would make more sense to me to have more quality, less quantity, but apparently my nearly four years working here doens't mean jack and Perkins is still a douche.

In other news, Kristine wants me to

I'm an idiot. It's official.

( Private )

( Private to Oliver )

( Private to Romilda )

( Private to Zach )

Best day in so long.

MY HANDS HURT. Thank God I didn't have to cut 741 of those out by hand, but still, charming them each to fly and fold was re-fucking-diculous. My wrists feel like a fourth year boy's after a a bit of a snog with a cocktease. I could sleep for a week and not have to sign and write another thing again, EVER.

ROMILDA, thank you SO much for your help with the seals. You're a godsend. Whatever you want, I owe you! Perkins owes us very nice Christmas bonuses this year. Seriously.

( Private )

I feel like absolute shite. It was a long and drawn out weekend, but at least the exhibit is up and finished - at least on my end. I think I could sleep for a week. The beginning of this week was filled with catching up on my other responsibilities and I had a few long lunches with my department head, discussing where I see myself going in the department, amongst other things.

I just want to crash hard this weekend and ignore Romilda and the fact that she's talking to her ex. I don't care the world.

Why can't she Kristine just leave me alone and realize that I don't want to see her and I don't want to spend time with her and I don't want to have 'girl talk' with her and I just want her to get the fuck out of my life for at least a day? It's my life. My flat. My job. My clothes. My life is fine without her trying to be in every aspect of it and I wish she would just go bugger herself. I mean, do I need this? Out of everything else, do I really need her right now?

( Private to Lisa )

( Private )

( Private to Theodore )

( Private to Barney )

( Private, again. )

I think I just asked someone out. No. I told him to take me to dinner. Oh, God - I was horribly forward! What if he does want to go out? God, I haven't been out in ages! What am I going to wear??

Shit. Shit. Shit. I need mental help.

I'm going home first thing in the morning!!!!!

Lisa, do you want to get breakfast when I get out? I feel terrible. You've just moved in and I've left you there by yourself!

I don't feel good. St. Mungo's is a shit whole and I want to go home. I'm 100% sure Perkins put something in my tea this morning. I also hope he's reading this, as he's a bloody, fucking dickless git. I hope you get splattergroit and that ingrown hair I've been wanting to hex you with. If there is, and I swear to God, another stack of parchment on my desk when I get back, I will send you to Hell my bloody self and not regret Azkaban.

I'm sorry, I'm just gross, and achey, and itchy, and feverish and they won't let me go home and they want to keep me over night and they finally gave me the go ahead toput on my OWN pajamas and write in my journal. LISA, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THEM! Even if I did have to charm the pants bigger because my legs are swollen. WHY THE HELL ARE MY LEGS SWOLLEN?

I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home. I'm achey and oozy and uncomfortable and I hate Robert Perkins.

Happy Birthday, me!

♥