#hwaelweg's work life

[the-hwaelweg]

I cannot describe how much I do not have another 3-hour work meeting in me. I might just die. Of exhaustion. And frustration. And boredom.

[cricketnationrise]

Congratulations on 500!!! 🎉🎉 Extremely well deserved!

How about Zahra, 9:37pm, somewhere in England (I leave where exactly entirely up you)?

I'm on ao3 as hwaelweg 💙

for you my lovely, I have a lil date night moment for Zahra and Shaan. hope you love it, and thanks for being AMAZING and screaming about books with me 💜🦗

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9:37pm, london

Zahra looks around from her perch at the bar. The pub is all dark wood and the smell of decades of smoke sunk into the furniture. It’s the most stereotypical English pub she could ever have pictured, and she’d never admit it out loud, but she fucking loves it. There’s classic rock playing quietly over the speakers, often drowned out by the laughter of the group of students in one corner. A pair of old men, who look like they might be part of the architecture, are putting away more Guinness than she’s ever seen in one sitting. Someone’s playing darts near the back, for fuck’s sake.

She’d love the place even more if her goddamn fianceé was here with her, but she of all people understands an unconventional working schedule. Especially when the Claremont-Diaz family is even tangentially involved. If she had a nickel for everytime she dismissed that little annoying popup in Outlook that says “Send during normal working hours instead?” she’d be set for life. 

“Another round, dear?”

“I—” A buzz from her phone interrupts and she glances at it, heart giving an excited little wriggle when she sees Shaan’s name pop up. (Well actually he’s saved as “Shawn S” in her phone—a preventative measure against overly-curious June, never-me-a-boundary-he-didn’t-try-to-cross Alex, and too-smart-for-her-own-good Nora. She’ll change it once Ellen’s second term ends and she doesn’t have to interact with those assholes in person on a regular basis. (Shaan had laughed so hard he cried when he found out—Zahra had hit him with a pillow.))

5 minutes. See you soon, love.

>move that perfect ass srivastava >i miss you and stuff

“Sorry about that,” she says to the bartender, a no-nonsense older woman. She runs the pub with kindness hiding an iron fist and Zahra liked her from the moment she sat down. “I will take another round, and can I also get a whiskey ginger?”

“Jack Daniels okay?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

Another burst of screaming laughter covers the tinkle of the bell above the door, but the chilly gust of air at her back makes Zahra turn around. The smile that stretches her mouth at the sight of Shann is soft, loving, and completely involuntary. Thank fucking god Alex isn’t here right now. He’d never let her hear the end of how sappy she looks right now. (Alex once tried to high-five her for locking down that suave motherfucker and Zahra had given him a look that made him hide behind Henry.)

“Everything sorted then?” she asks, tipping her face up to meet Shaan’s. He kisses her quickly and sits on the stool next to her.

“Yeah. I finally got a hold of Gavin so that Alex can “sneak out” to the V&A with Henry tonight.”

“Thank god. Now I won’t have to listen to him freak out about the logistics of proposing anymore.”

Shaan just raises an eyebrow as he sips his drink. “He’ll just bother you about wedding details instead.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

“I am sorry I kept you waiting tonight.”

Zahra tips her head onto Shaan’s shoulder. “I’ve done it to you enough times. I get it.”

Shaan slings the hand not holding his glass around her waist. Zahra can feel the warmth of him even through their layers of clothing and slumps a little further into his space, utterly trusting him to keep them both upright. They stay like that for a while, not talking, just basking in the fact that they are together and free of their charges for the night. So often they are only in the same country because of some international policy issue. Zahra lets herself sink into the moment, reveling in the rare chance to just sit quietly at a bar with the man she loves.

“This is a good spot. Cozy. Quaint,” she eventually says, gesturing vaguely at their surroundings.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s one of my favorite pubs in London.” He hesitates, eyes distant, then drops his voice and continues. “Arthur and Catherine used to sneak out and come here on dates, actually.” 

“Oh?” Zahra sits up so she can look at him properly. He doesn’t talk about the time he was Arthur’s equerry that often, and she doesn’t want to miss anything. From what he has said, she can tell it was a similar relationship to the one she has with Ellen. Close friendship, fierce protectiveness, and a hold-nothing-back, bantering sense of humor—closer to family than employee and employer.

“They’d put on casual clothes and ballcaps and make a break for it when her mother got particularly overbearing. I followed discreetly—”

“Of course.”

“To make sure they had a back up plan. And then once Catherine got pregnant, they stopped pretending they didn’t know I was there and invited me to join them. The three of us spent many a late night here, just talking.”

“Sounds great.”

“It was. I—I miss him a lot. But it’s been a pleasure to watch Henry grow into himself. He’s more like Arthur than even he knows.”

He falls silent again, and Zahra smiles at the soft look on his face. He really is disgustingly handsome, people should be absurdly jealous of her life. She kisses the side of his neck, unable—unwilling—to hold in her affection any longer.

“Take me home?” she asks. “I want to not be wearing clothes with a zipper any more.”

“I’d be delighted, Ms. Bankston.”

[the-hwaelweg]

When you have a massive project with an insane deadline but you have to wait for someone else to do their part and give it to you before you can do anything, so you're just sitting here with nothing to do because you cleared your schedule for this, feeling this horrible looming deadline breathing wetly on your neck and there is nothing. To. Do. But wait.

[the-hwaelweg]

Cool, so, over the course of one meeting today we discovered that EVERYTHING is broken and will need months of dev work to fix and I am laughing instead of screaming because like, yes, of course everything has gone wrong, what else is the likely outcome of trying to incorporate a larger, less organized publisher's data into your incompatible system?

[the-hwaelweg]

These AI-generated books are also getting flooded with AI-generated reviews to make them look legit and harder to tell apart from real books.

However the silver lining (such as there is) is that because no one can tell them apart, they're being fed back into the language learning model, which means, much like feeding it A/B/O smut, the AI is starting to generate increasingly gibberish text, poisoning the whole well, as it were.

[the-hwaelweg]

Me @ me: do not rage quit your job the week before Christmas, do not rage quit your job the week before Christmas, do not rage quit your job the week before Christmas, do not tell the entire executive suite they're fucking idiots and get fired the week before Christmas

[the-hwaelweg]

Meetings first thing in the morning the Monday after vacation should be illegal actually.

[the-hwaelweg]

You can tell it's gonna be one of those days when it's not even 9am and your inbox is already filled with stupidity.

[the-hwaelweg]

Nothing. Nothing in the entire universe. Makes me as furious as private health insurance companies. You want to know the specific joys you can look forward to under private health insurance? I worked for a year and half as an admin in pediatric oncology. That's kids with cancer.

You know how many times I forwarded on doctors' recommendations to insurance companies with a request to cover care? And I mean the whole goddamn care team came together. I was sending it from the desk of the primary oncologist, but even the kid's pediatrician two states over was on board with this. And you know how many fucking times the insurance companies said "No, we're not going to cover that"???

That's a fucking two-year-old dying from cancer! What the fuck do you mean you're not gonna "cover it"??? How fucking insanely evil do you have to be to decide you're not going to do anything in your power to help???

[the-hwaelweg]

Just found out I, with my 10 years experience, make just a hair's breadth more than the entry level employees at one of the Big 5, so that's fun and cool and I will in fact be writing more smut on company time. Maybe playing video games. Maybe looking for a new job.

[the-hwaelweg]

Just had to 2-factor authenticate myself into the 2-factor authentication software, if you're wondering how it's going at work today.

[the-hwaelweg]

The work day really flies by when your 1-hour meeting turns into a 4-hour meeting 🙃

[the-hwaelweg]

When all my usual mugs are dirty, so I'm left trying to decide if @pendwick 's "Eat the Rich" mug or "Capitalism Is a Death Cult" mug is more appropriate for this foreign publisher meeting.

[the-hwaelweg]

Sticking some personal angsting under the cut

Had to audit the data for the...let's call them the upcoming pres and vp bios...and now I'm back to shaking and swallowed up by a massive wave of depression. So that's fun.

Just yesterday I was thinking "you know I think I'm coping okay" and I read a bunch of fic and I was thinking about writing and now I'm back in the black hole.

To quote World Gone Wrong, I'll get back to "baseline" but fuckkkkkkk.

[the-hwaelweg]

I'm not awake enough for Outlook to have updated their UI.

[the-hwaelweg]

I think my company is doing that thing where they lay off people nearing retirement so they don't have to pay out their benefits 😬