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The Hypothetical Child will get some sort of lecture on how you do not put anything on the internet that you would not want to find ten years later. Or, perhaps worse to a teenager, that you would not want your parents to find.

This was one of those things, ergo the waiting period.

A position opened up at work for a Quality Systems Specialist. What is a Quality Systems Specialist, you may ask? It is someone who works for the Quality Systems Manager, doing QC stuff like making sure the lab continues to be A2LA accredited. (This is very important, by the way. VERY important.)

"But technocracygirl," you may ask, "Why on earth would you want to be a Quality Systems Specialist, when you can be a drug chemist and go out on inspections and do neat things like that?"

And I would say, "One: the Hypothetical Child is hypothetical, and while I am paranoid about such things as gloves, a desk job is somewhat safer. Two: there is promotional potential."

And you might say, "Is there a pay increase involved in this?"

And I would respond, with a sigh, "No, and that is why I am pondering making the office brownies instead of buying doughnuts."

So, whee! I must say, it's a bit odd to have everyone congratulating me when I'm not even moving out of my pod.

I'm not going to say it's my favoritest job ever. But I may very well end up enjoying it, and I think I can do a decent job of it. And by G-d, it's some of the most transferable skills I will ever pick up.