First of all, yesterday, when I get to work, there is one of the attorneys I work with standing by the elevator. he pushes the up button.Nothing happens. Pushes the up button, again, nothing happens. Pushes the up button, nothing happens. Then, he kicks the elevator for some reason and the door opens, the elevator is not in there and a man is standing on the roof of the elevator apparently running routine maintenance. The maintenance guy is like, "Ill be done in just a minute," but the attorney gets all huffy and takes the stairs. I continue to wait, and within a moment or so, the maintenance guy opens the elevator up for use, and I get on, and ride on up to the floor on which I work. I get out, just as the attorney who took the stairs exits the stairwell. He glares at me and goes in his office. I don't think I've ever really kicked an elevator. The only time I kick things is if I'm wasted.
Then, today, because of this big move around of offices, there was massive heat up in the firm from one of the attorneys who was mad that one of the secretaries had car trouble and did not come into work to move her stuff out of her office. So the attorney starts moving the stuff herself. Files were going everywhere! (and they're not her files. attorneys are really aggro about whether anyone touches their files or not, so shit got escalated). Poor me was in the office trying to do an arbitration filing, but I gave up and left for the day.
Then I get to my other job, (where I work for Zule) and shit was so insane I can't even put it down here, but, if you run into me ask, its some funny shit.
so my son and his best friend decided to help me out and take all the keys off my laptop. I'm not amused.
If I could get to work without a coffee bukkake on my
clothes, that would be stellar as hell.
On this morning’s trip to work, I of course spilled coffee on myself,
but I dodged as I realized what was happening and mostly got it on my black shirt
and not my Tiffany green skirt. Then, I
get to the parking garage where I park, and there is some dude telling me that
the garage is for monthly and hotel guests only. Delayed! Then I finally got out of the garage and
found another parking garage at the Ali center. I found a spot to park and got to work. I then realized my shirt was on backwards, so I fixed that. Now, I have a day in front of me of filing
old filing stuff b/c apparently after two years of battling law school, I have
ended up as a file clerk. Yes, I’m
bitter. And
the files are depressing b/c some are medical collections and its like
suing people for not paying for a miscarraige or cancer.
I was going to take the kids to the drive-in Friday,
but I thought it might storm and they had closed the freeway that is
the most direct route there. So we did not really do anything.
Saturday, we went to the St. Pius Church Picnic, which was really
reduced from last year. There were not that many booths, and
there really was not a wait for the chicken dinner. I have no idea what
happened to decimate the parish picnic, but I have a couple
theories. None worth writing about though.
Today I cleaned up the yard and took the boy to the St. Matthews
Community Festival, which had a lot of free bouncy jumps and the fire
truck was there. I have this theory that the St. Matthews fire
department does not really ever fight fires. As nearly as I can
tell they lead parades and rescue cats. This theory was proven
correct today by a firefighter. The firefighters were at the
community festival giving out plastic fire hats and "junior fire
fighter" stickers. When I was growing up, I got the same stickers
but they said "future fireman". There are no women on the St.
Matthews fire squad, so they can properly be called firemen. Any
how, the fireman was talking about St. Matthews and how great it is.
(We have two malls that pay enormous retail taxes, so we are a well
funded city, and there is not a lot of churn in the residential
sector. All the residential is long established single family low
density housing, for the most part, and we have a high tax rate to the
city, but if a homeowner pays prior to October 31st, the taxes are half
the face amount.) Any way, I asked the fireman what would happen if
there was a fire in St. Matthews while their hook and ladder was at the
festival. The fireman said "ma'am, there is something we call the st.
matthews bubble, fires that would typically torch another neighborhood
never get to burning here. I've been on the squad three years and never
seen a house completely burn in St. Matthews". Ha! I knew I was
right. I also called them out on taking the hook and ladder to
Kroger all the time.