Just another manic Monday....

I wish it was Sunday.....
'cuz that's my fun-day....

Gotta love those Bangles...
ok enough of that.

Well, I so far really haven't gotten into blogging about the whole day-to-day happenings of my life, mostly for one reason - I don't have a life. Ain't it pathetic? I go to work, maybe go to the gym, and go home and watch TV or play on the 'net. I'm not much of a club person, and most of the friends I do have are married with kids and don't go out much. If i DID go out, it would be to a sports bar, not those tech-NO dance clubs - just not me.

Anyway, here goes - better sit down, now. I guess I should warn you first - you might fall asleep from boredom and start drooling all over your keyboard, thereby sparking a huge computer malfunction or even a fire, in which case you'd curse me uncontrollably for....well, ever - if this happens, allow me to apologize in advance, and if you feel the need to kick my ass in an attempt at sweet revenge - by all means, go for it, as I need a good ass kickin' every now and then. We boring people fall asleep too, ya know.

So, back to work after the Holidays. The week between Christmas and New Years really doesn't count - a lot of people have that week off, and those of us who don't really don't feel like working anyway; it kind of justifies our having to be there while our luckier co-workers are basking on a tropical beach somewhere, drinking cute drinks with umbrellas in them by the truckload and basically making jokes about what the poor schleps in the office are probably doing.

I find out this morning that I have to do the usual - perform miracles; I've gotten quite good at it; if you need one, I don't come cheap, but it'll be well worth it. Anyway, I have to schedule several experts' depositions, including a doctor & 2 nurses for a trial coming up in March. I contact the doctor, the nurses, opposing counsel, hotel (depos are about 3 hours away - by the way, "depo" is our nifty little abbreviation for "deposition" - quite catchy, ain't it?), court reporter, etc etc etc. So, I pull that off expertly, and next I have to get them copies of all the other depo (there it goes again!) transcripts and medical records (about 3 big notebooks' worth).... fed ex'd, hand delivered, signed and sealed, yadda yadda yadda. Thank God I had help for that one. The rest of the day was more of the same - fire after fire after fire I had to put out.... you wanna play, you gotta pay. I mean what the fuck, don't they know I need to surf the net and shit? Do these people have blurred vision, so when they look at my desk they see three of me?

This "depo crisis" really wasn't that big a deal, except it screwed up everything else I had planned to do today. Don't you hate that?

On New Year's Eve our office closed at noon, so from 8 until noon our "team," consisting of the big boss, two associate attorneys, the paralegal and me (I like to call myself Wonder Woman, but so far haven't had to put on the outfit.... yet). It was a "desk clearing party." We have those every few months, when my boss' desk collects so much shit on it that we can't see him anymore when we walk into his office.

I bet you're wondering where all that stuff goes when it gets cleared off his desk?????

You guessed it........ MINE!!!!

So there that pile still sits..... maybe tomorrow.

So, by the end of the day I'm exhausted, mentally and physically, and wound up tighter than..... well something tight, I'm too goddammed stressed to think of something wound tighter than me OK! :op I was running around cursing and yelling, mostly muttering under my breath..... the thing is, I can't get angry with my boss. He's truly a great guy and I feel lucky to work there, despite it being very hectic. It ain't nothing like working in law out on the east coast.... one of the reasons I moved out here, to learn how to 'be laid back.' I guess I failed the fuck out of that course.

So, I have a doctor's appointment after work - ironically, to get my blood pressure checked! It's been high the last several months - not 'holy shit she's gonna have a stroke' high, but still high. My dad has high blood pressure, and has had heart attacks along with numerous other ailments too lengthy to get into here. So, I figure I'll go into the doc's office, through around non-chalantly that I "work in an med mal attorney's office," they'll take my blood pressure, take it again to make sure the numbers they were reading were right, and proceed to escort me to the nearest trauma center..... at best, give me some much-needed valium, tell me to relax and send me on my way. No such luck. So I get blindsided with, "Wow, your blood pressure looks great, 120/82!" What the fuck!!! I was almost disappointed in a sick sorta way - if any day was gonna cause a total stroke-out on my part - i.e. get me some valium - today was gonna be the day. Go figure. Well, in any event, it's good news. Much to my disappointment, no valium.....

So here I am, sitting at the computer, listening to "Who's Your Daddy" on Fox in the other room, and drinking a Corona.... ahhhhhh it's gonna be a good year.

Ok it's over..... NOW WAKE THE FUCK UP!! :)