ďMan is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.Ē - Anatole France (1844-1924)
Sometimes, it really pays off to have personalized license plates. No parking at the office this morning itís trash day, and every home around here has filled the curb with bins. Itís a bit annoying, but something that is dealt with easily enough; I pulled up in front of a line of bins, parked my car, and hopped out, intending to move them out of my way one by one so that I could park there, when I heard this: ďBARB!!! Hey, BARB! Donít worry about moving those, Iím leaving, you can park here!Ē I looked across the street and saw a middle-aged man, waving and smiling, then climbing into his RV (which covered two spaces for normal cars) and driving off. I hopped back in my car, smiled and waved, flipped a bitch (read: banged a uterus) and slid into the easy spot. Nice.
Yesterday was a challenge for a lot of people. For me, it was a test of my patience and attitude, at least in the office. I cannot STAND to be patronized. For some reason, it drives me crazy, fills me with white-hot anger, and I can hardly see through my desire to say things I would never say. For a stressful, full and busy week such as this one, itís almost too much to deal with female boss-lawyers telling me to do a million things at once when I have clear, defined deadlines that Iím working on and NEED to get done.
ďWhatís this, whereís this, what date is this on?Ē I want to say, ďCheck your fucking calendar!Ē They assume I have all this shit memorized. Einstein said he never memorized anything he could research, and well, Iím all for saving brain cells. They say things like, ďSurely youíve been doing this long enough to not have to ask a question like that,Ē in a patronizing tone as response to a simple clarifying question that ANYONE would need to ask in order to go to the next step. Everything is case-specific, it doesnít matter how many times Iíve done something, because for every case, by LAW, Iím supposed to check with the lawyer to confirm it! Nag, nag, nag, pick, pick, pick, ďCímon, what do we do after a colon, we CAPITALIZE, YAY!Ē and all I want to say is GET OUT OF MY OFFICE. BACK THE FUCK OFF AND LET ME GET SHIT DONE, BECAUSE ITíS YOUR ASS ON THE LINE IF I CANíT MEET THIS DEADLINE!!!!
Whew, I needed that little vent. I cannot promise that Iím not going to stand up at some point this morning and say, ďYou know what? Fuck it (smurfit would probably be more appropriate, but by then, it wonít matter),Ē and then walk away for a few days and let THEM deal with this deadline they keep fucking interrupting.
Okay, back to it! Notice I ALWAYS find my 10 minutes to type. But, I canít leave this on a bad note, because I promised M.s. that this day would be BETTER than yesterday. So Iíll say this: Tonight I get to have dinner with Dad. Tomorrow I start my first day of school. These things are GOOD. Today is just one step closer to Friday, but shit, Iím not happy about that, because Friday I get my teeth pulled... letís see... yes I AM happy about that, because Friday is really just a day off to spend with M.s. pampering me as I heal. See? I guess there always IS a bright side.
Now, Iím going to shut my office door, turn my headphones on LOUD and pretend I donít hear these harpees as they rudely scream for things from their offices instead of buzzing me proper. Donít smurf with this.