nobody expects the spanish inquisition

Sky asked me to be one of her character references for the security clearance she needs to finally start her new job. It's weird the way that a simple set of questions become a potential minefield when you know that the person asking is S.E.C.U.R.I.T.Y. Even on the phone this guy radiated mistrust - and he was polite, quite friendly. But there was still something there. Snarky at my own workplace is terrifying, even when he's smiling (especially when he's smiling!) How do you train someone to do that - the Glare of Suspician, the Tone of Incredulity? It's a considerable talent.

Anyway, Sky being her starkly innocent self, she passed and tomorrow we are going out to celebrate her escape from the medieval torture chamber she currently calls a workplace. Just as well really...they've been stretching her so hard she's already hitting her head on door frames. Any more and she'd be tangling herself in telephone wires. And that can't be good...