STORUG

Off to a meeting with the Swedish Storage User Group. All day in a bloody conference hall. Gosh wow. Not.

Only consolation is that my sister works in the same building, so at least I can take the opportunity to have lunch with her.

A day at the conference

"So, Calle, I heard a rumour that you're kinda looking for a new job."
"Well, yeah, I am."
"Serious?"
"I've converted my CV to Microsoft Word format."
"Shit! You are serious!"

"Hi, I'm Bob from Foobar Corporation. Pleased to meet you."
"Hello. I'm Calle, from The Company Formerly Known As Telenordia."
"So, what do you do at your company? I run the SAN backup group at mine."
"I sit in meetings."
Pause
"Then why are you here?"
"In theory, I admin our SAN stuff."
"But not in practice?"
"I made it run well, so now I sit in meetings."

"Hey, Calle, I've seen you sit typing on your laptop all meeting. What is it you're writing?"
"Pornography."
"Sheesh, you could've just said that you don't want to say!"

"Ah, Mr. Dybedahl, do you think I could have your business card?"
"Certainly. Here you are."
"Why is one corner cut off?"
"We're not sure. One theory is that it's graphic design. Another theory is that our budget is very limited and it uses less paper."

Wanted!

The good thing about sitting in on a lot of talks where you already know what they're talking about is that you can get a lot of fic written... Like 2600 words worth of Cordy/Cordy. Which, incidentally, means that the first draft of that is now finished, and I'd appreciate it if some brave volunteer would deign to beta-read it for me. It's 6200 words of explicit f/f slash, pretty light on the plot and heavy on the smut.