2001-03-03 - 3:28pm
So, as I think I mentioned in a previous entry, ten years ago tonight/tomorrow we were all wandering around in an ice-storm induced darkness for a week. That was fun, lemme tell ya.
Y'know what else is fun? Getting a bloody nose while trying to drive a car. Remind me that I should probably carry around some Kleenex around at all times.
(Actually, more fun than that was dropping a lit cigarette while trying to drive a car, but I haven't done that in....gosh, at least six, seven years.)
Work is gonna suck for the next few months - they reorganized all the attorney assignments, so I lost an attorney I don't do much for and gained a guy who relies upon his secretary to do a lot of stupid stuff (faxing, copying, etc.) Plus, he's around my age and I think I went to a better undergrad college than he did. Methinks I will be playing the Pregnancy Card and saying "you can walk your stuff down to me if you want me to do it, and even then, I will have to consider if I want to do it in the first place." Plus I now have this other attorney who rents space from the firm to do work for, though I was told if this is too much I am to say so. So now I'm working for five people (six, if you count the retired partner who comes in on occasion). The whole purpose of this reorganization is so everyone works for three people. I have to keep repeating to myself sixty more work days and you can go on maternity leave....only sixty work days.... Maybe they're trying to drive up my blood pressure so I go out on disability earlier.
At least I didn't get fired; that would have sucked.
I don't know how many of y'all know this, but I took the LSAT three-four years ago, essentially on a whim. It's scored in a range from 120-180; I didn't really study and got a 161. A lot of the attorneys at work ask me why I never considered law school. Simple - there aren't any law schools in the area (nearest one is about 80 miles away), the idea of a huge student loan scares me, and I wouldn't make a good attorney, as I am very wishy-washy and try to avoid confrontation like the plague.
I bought the baby a little purple bunny rattle last night. Its name is Deep Fried Eel Head. (The rattle's name, not the baby's.)
