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Mar (as) can be used to refer to part-time or temporary employment as distinct from one's normal profession. It also causes lenition.
e.g. Tá mé ag obair mar mhúinteoir faoi láthair. I am working as a teacher at present.

You have already met (again with the met!) Cé in Cé hé tusa? Who are you? It is a rule of the written language that it be separated from a following verb by an a, and tá becomes atá, but the a is not pronounced. One says Cé 'bhi, Cé 'tá.

e.g Cé a bhí ag caint leat? Who was talking to you? [Cé a] Who [bhí] was [ag caint]talking [leat] with you?
Cé a bhí leat? Who was with you?
Cé a bheidh ann? Who will be there?
Cé atá amuigh? Who is outside?

Cé a bhí ag fanacht leat? Who was staying with you?
Bhí Tomás ag fanacht liom. Thomas was staying with me.
Cé a bhí léi? Who was with her?
Bhí Rumplestiltskin léi. Yeah.
Cé a beidh ag teacht leat? Who will be coming with you?
Beidh Séan ag teacht liom. Sean will be coming with me.
Cé atá amuigh? Who is outside?
Tá Bae amuigh. Bae is outside.

So, Once Upon A Time is not offering any contradictory spoilers to the whole Stranger-is-Bae theory, which makes me rather happy in my secret little shippy soul. Who am I kidding, it isn't that secret. Kiki also came up with the theory that Bae's helping his Daddy with manipulating the curse and Emma, and I'm not sure if I like that better or if I like the idea of a surprised, tearful angsty reunion between father and son better. Because obviously Gold knows exactly what's going on. Various commentary and snide backhand remarks and so on, he knows what's going on. And furthermore he might damn well still have his powers because I am still convinced that he put the whammy on Charming. So. Nyah.

Still being a responsible adult even though I'm now in a holding pattern until Friday, which is annoying, but oh well. Trying very hard not to jitter all over everything. At this point it seems like we've hit the stage where, if things go well, we'll need a month to month lease and we'll be out of here end of March. If things go poorly, we'll be here another six months. Don' wanna! It's hard. And annoying. And hard.

Deep breaths. I need to check in today, and then I seriously need to check in more than once every two weeks, argh. I think I'm slowly recovering from being somewhat scattered, but like I said yesterday, this isn't even blatant scattered. Blatant scattered I could at least deal with by making all kinds of lists and keeping them on my person. This is subtle scattered, with nerves being all over the place and only figuring out why a chunk of time after I normally would have figured it out and compensated for it. I dislike this. A lot. On the other hand, I think I'm developing the proper coping mechanisms. Well see.

State of the Union happened, I didn't watch any feeds or anything but I'm sure it was very stirring. Talking with Anna, suddenly I'm very glad that my Real Grown-up Name and my Jaguar self stayed as two separate e-mail accounts on Googlemail because I'm ~~properly paranoid~~ lazy. I mean, it sucks that Google is insisting on everyone being who they say they are and no one having anonymity but for a little while there I was freaked out that they were going to merge my two selves. Not that I have anything to hide one from the other, but it'd be really weird. But, no. Two separate email accounts. Apparently that's all it takes? Good.

I hate responsible adulthood. I don't want to file my taxes. I should at least file my various paperworks into the binder this weekend, and I don't want to do that either. I want to curl up in my fictional worlds and wave a magic wand and everything will file itself. Whine whine bitch. No, I will take my Irish language victory and run with it, because that's more energizing than whining.