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.