LOUD ROOMMATE is moving out at the end of the month!! I might for a while have a bathroom all to myself! And if she leaves those bath mats, I'm throwing them in the dumpster. They are not worth my money to wash and dry them. I'll either get my own or keep using my bathroom slippers. Oh, I might actually mop the floor!!!
I'm not even sure they did clean inspections today because they didn't leave the pass-fail checklist like last time. Maybe no one failed so they didn't leave one? I don't understand how LR didn't fail because the stove top is kind of gross. I also found out one of my other roommates swept the hallway for her because she was "feeling nice today." WHAT. NO. See, that used to be me. Now I'm a bitch who lets people choose not to pull their own weight and lets them pay the consequences for it.
Okay, the bad news--well, it's not really bad news. Today I was supposed to go survey a dozer line in a burn scar. Problem was...
I had to get waaaaaay over there, where you see a sort of shelf just before the blackened hill on the left. I think that's where the dozer line is supposed to be, even though I didn't have a topo map to go by.
The biggest problem was figuring out how the heck to get over there. I needed to cross a creek, but there were stretches of private land I couldn't enter, until a little window of Forest Service land opened up.
The creek is located where the light green trees are in the center of the picture. In the spring it's probably more of a marsh, but right now the marshy part mostly dry. I get really nervous in places like this because it's difficult to see what sort of ground I'm putting my feet on. Is it soft and wet to where my feet will sink? Is it riddled with hummocks that will make me trip and break my ankle? Are there critters hiding in the grass? It freaks me out, but I was determined to get something done today, so I began to traverse the expanse until I could hear the creek. The creek was either narrow and windy, or it had several branches all over the place, because I could see it everywhere, but the grass and vegetation obscured the banks. I couldn't tell what was dry land and what was water underneath. I didn't know where to put my feet, so I turned back. There was absolutely not way around it. All the accessible routes were on private land.
The other option was a road where the creek crossed over. Guess no one could be bothered to build a crude bridge at least, but it's shallow enough for my truck. On the other side of that is public land, and I would be able to hike parallel to the creek to get to the dozer line. But now it's about a mile away in some very hilly country. It would be so much faster if I could just cross the creek from where I was earlier, or on the much easier sections of private land, but nooooooooo.
By the time I figured out my access point, it was already past 2pm. It was hot. I was frustrated, embarrassed, and very reluctant to make the trek alone. Just getting out there was annoying because I had to drive over tens of miles of gravel road in varying states of disrepair. I didn't know how long it would take me to hike that stretch. Plus the weather started getting a little sketchy and I thought I heard thunder.
So I left. It rained a bit on my way back, and seeing all the angry clouds in the sky, I realized I made the right choice.
I saw the assistant forest archaeologist for the first time in probably two or three weeks. He was in the office today to get some work done, and will be in the office again tomorrow due to some unforeseen circumstances. He said he wished he could go to the field with me tomorrow, but would most likely have to stay in the office. I wish he could come with me, too. Something about the idea of hiking out there makes me nervous and I'm not sure why. At least it's not out in the thick woods. Or several miles away. One mile is not a bad hike.
Thing is, though, my LOUD ROOMMATE (LR) and I have to share responsibility for our bathroom, since the person who would normally handle it isn't here this summer (she still pays rent on her room because she wants to keep it for when she comes back to school).
Of course, to LR this just means cleaning her side of the bathroom counter and nothing else. Granted, nothing else gets seriously dirty, so she probably figures it's okay. (I'm disappointed because she somehow erased or blended the somewhat-obvious line of grime between my side of the counter and hers. My side had been scrubbed clean whereas hers was not.)
Being me, I have to clean. The toilet is a lost cause because of the hard water stains. This town has some furiously hard water. Last time, management thought we didn't clean the toilet. There's really nothing we can do about it aside from replacing the toilet. I tried borax paste, and even a pumice stone. No good.
That only leaves the floors and bathtub. Like I mentioned in a previous post, I cleaned LR's dirty footprints out of the tub a few days ago. Then she got back and started mucking it up again. Since I knew she'd never clean the tub, I did it again today. Well, she just got out of the shower. So much for that. I'm not doing it again.
I'm also not bothering with the floors. Luckily they're brown, so you can't really tell how dirty they are (I wear slippers everywhere I go for a reason). I've mopped them once already since I moved in, but it would've needed two or three passes to get completely clean. I've tried our crappy vacuum to get rid of all the hair, but it only seems to push it around. Sweeping does nothing because there's really nothing to sweep up and the broom just grabs the hair and keeps it.
So far LR has not cleaned the stove top or the hallway. She's probably just waiting till the last minute, but I'll be surprised if she cleans the hall. I'll be even more surprised if she doesn't fail it. There are balls of hair floating along the edges along with other debris. She passed that inspection last time, even though I'm pretty sure she didn't clean it. It wasn't bad, though.
Man, good thing I'm not doing the inspections, because I'd fail people like a boss. Or a bitch. A really anal cleaning bitch.
It's one I'd been working on for a while, but it stalled because I couldn't figure out where it was going and how to end it. I'm just afraid it's boring, and at this point I'm not even sure I'm going to post it.
Normally I don't get beta readers, but in case it would be really helpful.
First up is Kathy Rain. Set in 1995, Kathy returns home at the death of her grandfather. She’s a lively character. So far I’ve reached day three and have enjoyed the puzzles. I over-thought a couple of them. <.<
Also picked up games one through four of the Blackwell Series by Wadget Eye Games. They came in a nice bundle. I’ve played the first one years ago, but haven’t played the others. Dead Secret (I’m sensing a theme here.) is another mystery game. Played through one ending - ending D. Haven’t figured out who did it. Dead Secret isn’t a pixel style game. It’s a 3-D type and the movement is a little awkward. It’s not bad, but it feels limited and it took me a little bit of time figuring it out. I'm used being able to move more freely in an environment. Plus it has a VR option for play and you can see that in game. Eventually I’ll figure out where to go next. I keep running into dead ends (literally).
One game I’ve wanted for awhile is Gabriel Knight: Sins of the Fathers (not the original).It was on sale so I picked it up. Have yet to play it, but I’m looking forward to it. I remember when the original one was on sale. I didn’t have any money at the time as I wasn’t working. I don’t know if the computer my family had would have run it either. Mute point now. I also picked up Still Life 1 and 2 which came in a bundle that included Post Mortem. I have played a little of Still Life, using my sister’s account.
My favorite go to-game this year has been Cities:Skylines by Paradox Interactive (they do a lot of strategy games). I didn’t pick it up at the sale my boyfriend gifted it to me. It’s a lot of fun if you enjoy building roads and such. I’ll admit I miss one of the early Sims City games. (Not the most recent one.)
You start with a freeway exit onto empty um plot of land and you have to connect a road to it. Then design your city, starting with roads and hosing (don’t forget the plumbing <.<). You add industrial and commercial zones which allow the city to bring in money that you can spend on roads and such. Parks and public transit bring up housing values (they grow). I love watching the buildings grow from a 1 bed 1 bath cottage to these huge houses. It does have a learning curve, but it also has a lot of mods you can download from the Steam Workshop. In the latest patch/update they added more options for controlling traffic. You can even click on the inhabitants (they’re called cims [yes, I spelled that correctly]) and follow them on their daily travels.
I admit I enjoy tearing up roads (to widen them, of course <.< ) and rezoning areas. I spend as much time on Cities:Skylines as I used to with Sims 2. The most recent DLC is City Transit and even if you don't have the DLC, they updated the game with street controls. Now I can click on a street and see how the traffic flows and what type of traffic it has, add stop signs or traffic lights. It’s fun.
Other games I’ve played a lot this year are The Secret World. It’s no longer available because Funcom decided to revamp it and market it as an ARPG instead of an MMO. The servers are still up so if you owned the game you can still play it. Otherwise you can download Secret World Legends, which is free to play. There are a lot micro transitions. I have mixed feelings about this, but that’s another post.
The Vanishing of Ethan Carter is another one I enjoy. I was close to finishing (I think) when my SSD stopped working. Since I didn’t save the game properly all was lost so I'm working on a second play through. I really like the story and the puzzles. You play an detective who takes on the odd and supernatural cases (not sure I’m explaining that well). He has the ability to see what happened.
All this doesn’t include the games I haven’t finished playing yet. I’m really bad at finishing games it seems.
She used the shower tonight. ;_; At least I got to use it for a night while it was clean. Our cleaning inspection is on Monday. We'll see if she cleans the hallway. There are balls of hair floating around the edges. If she doesn't clean, and management doesn't see any of it.... I'm not sure how observant they really are.
I think she has a fascination with murder and slasher movies. But who am I to judge when I just started watching Castlevania on Netflix? Honestly, though, this show might be too violent for me. It's crossing my Baccano! threshold in many ways. I only decided to watch it because I've had an interest in vampire-themed shows, like Vampire Hunter D and Trinity Blood. Neither are as gory as this, though. At least the art is nice, and the voice acting seems good. Maybe that's because it isn't dubbed.
EDIT: Wait, there were only four episodes in the first "season"? WTF.
But today it had a new line that said, "Decision: Contact Admissions Office". What....?? And at the bottom was a new button that said "Confirm your enrollment." Wait, does this mean I was accepted?
I clicked on the button and it said it saved my decision. Uhhh.....
So I'm not entirely certain what's going on. It sounds like I was accepted, because otherwise I don't think they'd ask me to confirm my enrollment. But I haven't gotten an email or letter or anything else.
Hopefully I'll get an acceptance letter soon. I put my Idaho address down as my current address, whereas my parents' address in WA is my permanent, so maybe I'll get a letter here at the apartment.
I'm actually a little excited about this.
However, I cleave to my belief that Colin Is Best, and I would like to present to you two very different little bits of evidence that have been added to my Colin Is Awesome pile:
- My friend Andrew has been doing reviews and analysis of Colin's first season on the show, and in this piece he explains, in quite some detail, why one of the worst Who stories ever showcases exactly how brilliant Colin is in the role.
- Colin's incredibly robust reactions to the casting of Jodie Whittaker, even to the extent of retooling his own iconic regeneration line and becoming mildly impolite to a fellow former Doctor, has been a joy for me to behold. Colin has always been a Who fanboy, as well as a Doctor, and this response from him was just magnificent.
* for various demographic reasons, the cohort for whom Colin is Our Doctor is smaller than that for almost any other Doctor. If you want more on the maths of this, Andrew goes into it here.
- Sessions wants to expand asset forfeiture programs (source).
- U.S. approves temp visas to help with labor shortage (source).
- Court upholds FBI surveillance orders to telecoms (source).
- Most executive positions in the Federal government still vacant (source).
- House GOP proposes budget - note this is different than DJT's proposed budget, though vaguely similar in its priorities, also looks unlikely to pass in its current form (source).
- House votes to roll back ozone standards (source).
- New sanctions against Iran despite Iran abiding by nuclear deal, citing missile program and political prisoners (source).
- U.S. considering sanctions against Venezuela (source).
- ExxonMobil fined for violating Russia sanctions (source).
- Christopher Wray approved as FBI director (source).
- Justice Dept reduces Harley-Davidson's penalties for emissions violations (source).
- Sean Spicer resigns (source).
Legislative action this week
- Legislation signed into law
- Legislation awaiting DJT's signature
- Legislation passed in the House, awaiting Senate
- American Health Care Act ( the "Obamacare repeal") https://www.govtrack.us/congress/bills/
- 249 other bills
- American Health Care Act ( the "Obamacare repeal") https://www.govtrack.us/congress/bills/
No map this week because I'm sick.
Now we have to sort out her teeth...
Daughter has been really excellent recently, alternately cajoling me into doing self care ("come on mummy, lets go to the gym, it's good for both of us" "Lets take the doggies for a walk, clear our heads") and baking cakes for me to eat. She's getting REALLY good at baking.
Pretty much everything else is still stressful or infuriating or depressing, but I'm not dead. And tomorrow we go to That London for a couple of days to see the wimmins krikkit world cup final, so hopefully running away for a bit will help.
I really needed to get my car washed this week. It's been a while since its last wash, but the last place I went to wanted $12 for the wash I needed so I could get my undercarriage done. Their cheapest is $7, which is fine, but I didn't look at the cheapest price when I was there.
I wanted one of those places where you do it yourself. I found one and went to see how much it cost and what sort of payment it took. I was super happy to see they took card, so I immediately started in, except right after I started I realized I didn't have any towels!
Panicked, I completely forgot to use the scrub brush to scrub the dirt off my car, so I just rinsed and hurried over to the Walgreens across the street to pay $7 for a bundle of cheap terry towels that were stained with something weird, but I didn't care because I needed something ASAP. By then most of the water was almost dry, and all I did was smear the dirt all over my car. -_-
I said screw it, and went to the automatic car wash place for the $7 wash. I used the towels to dry off what their driers didn't get. However, I noticed there were some prominent scratches on my trunk and wondered if they'd always been there. I had read reviews online about this place scratching peoples' cars, but I always figured it was just people with those super expensive cars who always complain about everything hurting their precious, precious car. Maybe they were right? My car is old, so a few extra scratches isn't going to hurt its appearance.
Now that I know better, am better prepared, and how to use the DIY car wash, I will go there next time and only spend maybe $3-4 washing my own car.
In other news, I went out to the field today! I also let my supervisor know that I wanted more projects to do. There are certainly many things he wants me to do, but since he got back from California a few weeks ago, he's been struggling to answer 250+ emails. This is down from 300+ after he deleted the irrelevant stuff he didn't need to answer. He was in the office all day, answering those emails, meeting with people, and doing whatever else. I'm glad I stepped up and got myself a field assignment.
My roommate with the dirty feet has been gone for a few days. I don't know why, don't care, and don't know when she'll be back, but tonight I decided to scrub her footprints out of the bathtub. It actually takes a little effort. I guess it's the oils. I hope she's not back for a while yet because I want to shower without the shower mat I've been using to shield my feet from her grossness.
This is other half's favourite McGonagall poem :o)
The Funeral of the German Emperor
YE sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.
Who oft great armies to battle hath led;
He was a man beloved by his subjects all,
Because he never tried them to enthral.
The people of Germany have cause now to mourn,
The loss of their hero, who to them will ne’er return;
But his soul I hope to Heaven has fled away,
To the realms of endless bliss for ever and aye.
He was much respected throughout Europe by the high and the low,
And all over Germany people’s hearts are full of woe;
For in the battlefield he was a hero bold,
Nevertheless, a lover of peace, to his credit be it told.
’Twas in the year of 1888, and on March the 16th day,
That the peaceful William’s remains were conveyed away
To the royal mausoleum of Charlottenburg, their last resting-place,
The God-fearing man that never did his country disgrace.
The funeral service was conducted in the cathedral by the court chaplain, Dr. Kogel,
Which touched the hearts of his hearers, as from his lips it fell,
And in conclusion he recited the Lord’s Prayer
In the presence of kings, princes, dukes, and counts assembled there.
And at the end of the service the infantry outside fired volley after volley,
While the people inside the cathedral felt melancholy,
As the sound of the musketry smote upon the ear,
In honour of the illustrous William. whom they loved most dear.
Then there was a solemn pause as the kings and princes took their places,
Whilst the hot tears are trickling down their faces,
And the mourners from shedding tears couldn’t refrain;
And in respect of the good man, above the gateway glared a bituminous flame.
Then the coffin was placed on the funeral car,
By the kings and princes that came from afar;
And the Crown Prince William heads the procession alone,
While behind him are the four heirs-apparent to the throne.
Then followed the three Kings of Saxony, and the King of the Belgians also,
Together with the Prince of Wales, with their hearts full of woe,
Besides the Prince of Naples and Prince Rudolph of Austria were there,
Also the Czarevitch, and other princes in their order I do declare.
And as the procession passes the palace the blinds are drawn completely,
And every house is half hidden with the sable drapery;
And along the line of march expansive arches were erected,
While the spectators standing by seemed very dejected.
And through the Central Avenue, to make the decorations complete,
There were pedestals erected, rising fourteen to fifteen feet,
And at the foot and top of each pedestal were hung decorations of green bay,
Also beautiful wreaths and evergreen festoons all in grand array.
And there were torches fastened on pieces of wood stuck in the ground;
And as the people gazed on the weird-like scene, their silence was profound;
And the shopkeepers closed their shops, and hotel-keepers closed in the doorways,
And with torchlight and gaslight, Berlin for once was all ablaze.
The authorities of Berlin in honour of the Emperor considered it no sin,
To decorate with crape the beautiful city of Berlin;
Therefore Berlin I declare was a city of crape,
Because few buildings crape decoration did escape.
First in the procession was the Emperor’s bodyguard,
And his great love for them nothing could it retard;
Then followed a squadron of the hussars with their band,
Playing “Jesus, Thou my Comfort,” most solemn and grand.
And to see the procession passing the sightseers tried their best,
Especially when the cavalry hove in sight, riding four abreast;
Men and officers with their swords drawn, a magnificent sight to see
In the dim sun’s rays, their burnished swords glinting dimly.
Then followed the footguards with slow and solemn tread,
Playing the “Dead March in Saul,” most appropriate for the dead;
And behind them followed the artillery, with four guns abreast,
Also the ministers and court officials dressed in their best.
The whole distance to the grave was covered over with laurel and bay,
So that the body should be borne along smoothly all the way;
And the thousands of banners in the procession were beautiful to view,
Because they were composed of cream-coloured silk and light blue.
There were thousands of thousands of men and women gathered there,
And standing ankle deep in snow, and seemingly didn’t care
So as they got a glimpse of the funeral car,
Especially the poor souls that came from afar.
And when the funeral car appeared there was a general hush,
And the spectators in their anxiety to see began to crush;
And when they saw the funeral car by the Emperor’s charger led,
Every hat and cap was lifted reverently from off each head.
And as the procession moved on to the royal mausoleum,
The spectators remained bareheaded and seemingly quite dumb;
And as the coffin was borne into its last resting-place,
Sorrow seemed depicted in each one’s face.
And after the burial service the mourners took a last farewell
Of the noble-hearted William they loved so well;
Then rich and poor dispersed quietly that were assembled there,
While two batteries of field-guns fired a salute which did rend the air
In honour of the immortal hero they loved so dear,
The founder of the Fatherland Germany, that he did revere.
My supervisor had to leave early because his wife texted him and said their young son was really, really sick and throwing up a lot. So I spent the rest of the trip as the only representative of the archaeology crew and having pretty much everything go over my head. But I think my supervisor already got the gist of what our part in this project would be and what he needed to do. At least it burned up 10 hours and it was way better than languishing in the office trying to look busy.
I had a feeling he would not be in today because of that family emergency. It didn't sound like something a kid would recover from quickly.
I got a text from him early this morning, telling me now he was sick. I knew that might happen because I've had what his son has, and it's extremely contagious. My whole family got sick once, all in quick succession. I just hope I don't get it because I was in close proximity in a truck with him for most of yesterday and I don't know if he was already carrying whatever it is. It's weird because the AFA was also sick last weekend with something similar and he thought it was just food poisoning.
So I spent the day in the office messing around in GIS (first time I've touched it all season), renaming PDF files (there are a few thousand to rename, all those files I scanned), typing up my notes, getting my field photos off my phone and sorted into folders with photo logs, finishing what I could on a site form, and shifting the files in the cabinets because there were a few I had to put in that wouldn't fit. It would help if people didn't stuff things in to the point where you can't take one out without taking out twenty all at once.
My disappointment over this situation has returned. This is getting really embarrassing.
Yesterday my supervisor said a few days ago someone came into the office saying she and another person had been volunteers a couple of years ago and would be interested in doing it again. He looked at their notes for some sites they had monitored and was impressed. He seemed interested in the possibility of using them to monitor sites because we get some kind of brownie points for working with volunteers.
Um, how about you use me to monitor sites, since that's what you hired me to do?
I am so bothered by this. I'm so bothered by all of this.
Today I was in the mail room making new labels for the file cabinets when the lady who manages the budget came in to make some copies. She asked what I was up to and I explained what was going on with the files. She said she thought we had a lot of fieldwork to do, and I said, "What fieldwork?" I told her I was pretty much a sitting duck when no one else was around to work with me. No one ever gives me projects in the field to do on my own, and the few I have been given are stalled. She said I wasn't hired to do filing in the office all day, to which I heartily agreed.
I was so embarrassed by this interaction, but she seemed to understand my frustration. At this point three people know of my plight. But if the person who manages the budget knows about it, I know she's going to mention it to someone. She knows what's going on with the money and where it should be spent, and she will argue that no one should be wasting the already-strapped budget on seasonals they don't use.
I was going to mention some of my concerns to my supervisor today, but, alas, he was out sick, so..... And he might be sick tomorrow, too, and I have nothing--almost absolutely nothing--to do.
Last year I was outside every day to where I almost couldn't stand it anymore and welcomed time in the office. Now it feels like a treat to just step out in the parking lot. At least when I was in the office on my old forest they had our noses to the grindstone filling out paperwork.
I'm dreading tomorrow. If my supervisor is out sick again, I don't know what I'm going to with myself. I am so tired of this.
I'm not sure what he'll be doing if he does come in. According to his calendar he has something going on, but I don't know if he'll opt to answer his email and missed calls instead. If he comes in, I really don't want to get close to him because I'm afraid he might still be contagious or something.
Sometimes I wonder if this would be happening if I was a guy.
EDIT: There may be something I could do tomorrow if I'm alone. I will try to do something.
Oh, and the AFA called my phone today but didn't leave a message. I didn't call back because if he didn't leave a message, it wasn't important.
EDIT: Yeah, I think I'll try to go out tomorrow to these recreation residences that need some stuff done, like a little survey. I'll have to make a phone call first because I'm not a hundred percent sure which road we took last time, and I need to know a bit more about what needs to be done. If my supervisor is in tomorrow, I'll ask him what he thinks about it. I need to show I have initiative, not just to my supervisor, but to the people who have seen me bumming around the office.
But right now she's on the phone talking about "when classes start again," and she mentioned Columbus, Ohio. Being the weirdo I am, I decided to look up what universities were in that area and when their fall semesters start. At least one starts in late August, like really late. The other starts in mid-August. I stopped there since those were the two major public schools I saw first. I'm not sure if she goes to a private one, if there is one. She's Catholic apparently, so I don't know if there are private Catholic universities there.
I bought a bathtub mat to use in the shower because she continues to leave dirty footprints in the tub, and because I am not a paid housekeeper I finally said screw it and stop scrubbing them out. I take the mat out at the end of my shower, dry off one side, and roll it up. It seems to dry out well on its own. I leave it in plain sight on some shelves in the bathroom, so I don't know if she's noticed.
She leaves water all over the floor, too. Ugh.
The stove is a complete mess. She left an old pot of mac 'n cheese to harden into cement, and another pot with some kind of liquid that's been sitting there for more than a week. There's grease all over the stove and the counters beside it. Sometimes there's hair on it. How in the ever living eff do you get hair on the stove top when you're cooking? Are you brushing your hair??
The other day I decided something that surprised me: I really don't like her. I rarely do this, because people, no matter their flaws or quirks, usually give me enough reason to like them more than not. Even that guy I lived with at the bunkhouse who was super messy and kind of a dick gave me enough reason to like him.
This chick? No. I'm not sure what set me over the edge. I've lived with messy and gross people before but I've never disliked them. They always had some redeeming qualities. It's like that pet that ruins your furniture and pees on your carpet but they're too cute to strangle.
I guess maybe it was that time she left her door open for a minute and I saw a hard cider bottle in her garbage can. I try not to glance in peoples' rooms when they leave the door open, but curiosity got the best of me (I figure others might do the same, so I keep my room clean). We are not allowed to have alcohol here. As long as no one sees it in your hand or at your mouth, you can't get in trouble. It shouldn't bother me, though, because it should fine if she wants to have an alcoholic beverage in her room. It's not like she's getting wasted and running around naked. She may or may not be 21 yet, it's hard to tell, because she sort of acts like she's 18. But again, it's not causing a problem.
It might bother me because I grew up with one of those "don't break the rules or you are a bad person" mentalities. Maybe it's my Christian upbringing. Or maybe it's because some people break rules because they think they can do whatever they want and don't think anyone should tell them what to do.
But, anyway, it was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Combined with all the other senseless grossness she creates, I decided her quirks do not agree with me.
Thus, I hope she leaves soon, preferably before me. It would be glorious to have a clean bathroom and stove top.
*They had tried to convert to a semester system, along with the community colleges, for a variety of reasons. It was vehemently opposed by the faculty and a lot of students, and the whole thing failed. The other private universities and high/middle/elementary schools are on semesters.
I'm going to need a job for the fall and there's really not a whole lot out there that doesn't make me queasy (customer service). Seasonal work for the holidays might not jive well with my school schedule if I get into grad school. If I'm in school again, archaeology is out of the question.
Right now I'm trying to update my resume, both on paper and on various job search websites.
Clocked in at a little over 51,000 words. Wow, that's the shortest multi-chaptered fic I've ever written. LOL It was only four chapters longer than planned. :P
At first it wouldn't let me mark it as complete at 14 chapters, so I emailed AO3 support. Then I realized it was because I had uploaded a bunch of drafts when I was trying to figure out my last problem. Whoops.