Attorneys I've dealt with this week:
Passive-aggressive, 2
Patronizing, 1
Argumentative, 3
Determined to re-write a previous discussion, 1
Funny, 2
Charming, 2
Irritating poser, 1
Failure who tried to go over my head, 1
Lying sack of weasel shit, 1
Irritating because they're filing stuff at 3:59, 2
Members of the public I've dealt with this week:
Sweet and sad, 1
Slightly odd, 1
Loud but adorable, 2
Loud and argumentative, 1
Prone to empty promises, 1
Bat-shit crazy, 2
Just did not understand, 1
But thankfully, unlike last week, no one screamed at our chief magistrate so loudly that 4 people pushed their panic buttons.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
That was fun, I should have done it sooner and I will do it again
Last night I did something I don't ordinarily do, and made a phone call at 10:00. When I got my aunt's answering machine, I apologized for calling so late, but I just had to talk about Downton Abbey. Thankfully, she picked up and I hadn't scared her, and we had a wonderful conversation about the show. Next week, I promised to call her on Monday, but last night I couldn't wait BECAUSE PUPPY!
Speaking of puppies, my next dog is going to be either a lab or a lab/shepherd mix. Of course, with any luck, it will be a good long while before I get to the next dog. Little Miss Piggie Pie is still going strong, although she has packed on some poundage (just like her owner) and I've been calling her Fat Squirrel.
I enjoyed my 3-day weekend, but didn't get as much done as I wanted to. The laundry is done, the sheets changed and 4 of 6 storage cubes are put together. Work tomorrow should be, erm, interesting (objection hearings).
Speaking of puppies, my next dog is going to be either a lab or a lab/shepherd mix. Of course, with any luck, it will be a good long while before I get to the next dog. Little Miss Piggie Pie is still going strong, although she has packed on some poundage (just like her owner) and I've been calling her Fat Squirrel.
I enjoyed my 3-day weekend, but didn't get as much done as I wanted to. The laundry is done, the sheets changed and 4 of 6 storage cubes are put together. Work tomorrow should be, erm, interesting (objection hearings).
Sunday, February 07, 2016
A lovely ordinary day
I woke up at 5:50, absolutely convinced that it was Monday. As the dog was eating and the coffee was dripping, I realized that it's Sunday!
Then I got my grocery shopping done and realized my rewards card was up to 10¢ off per gallon of gas, which was presently $1.409, so I filled my tank for $1.3309 per gallon!
Then I got the laundry done by 5 p.m. and found a $10 bill in the process!
Yeah, James pretty well summed it up for me:
Then I got my grocery shopping done and realized my rewards card was up to 10¢ off per gallon of gas, which was presently $1.409, so I filled my tank for $1.3309 per gallon!
Then I got the laundry done by 5 p.m. and found a $10 bill in the process!
Yeah, James pretty well summed it up for me:
Thursday, February 04, 2016
This is your brain on migraine
So I missed work yesterday because of the first migraine in 5 or 6 months. I spent the day sleeping, got up and assessed, had a hot bath and some more meds and then moar sleeping.
I woke up with a bit of a headache but also with my typical post-migraine thing where I'm jittery and so sensitive that it feels like my nerves start four inches outside of my skin. I managed to get dressed and drive to work, and get through 3 hours (including auditing one fiduciary account and one guardian account) before the headache started to grow and my sense of smell tripled. The latter is my biggest pre-migraine warning, and I heeded it and gtfo of work.
When I got home, I let the dog out, explained to her that it wasn't 4:20 so no, not dinnnertime, took off my coat and went to turn up the heat. Oh, shit, the thermostat screen is blank and none of the buttons make it be not-blank.
Schlep down to the basement and check the breaker, which is in its proper position. Flip it off and then back on again on General Principles (salutes). Come back upstairs and call 1-800-DADHELP.
Unfortunately, Dad is still sick with flu or norovirus, whichever one he got last week. He listens to me try to word and tells me to call Hudson Heating. I do, and speak with a nice young woman who tells me they can have someone at my house between 1 and 4. There goes my nap, but okay, maybe I can color while I wait. Two minutes after we hang up, a different young woman calls and asks if I checked the batteries in the thermostat.
Headdesk. No, I did not. Guess what it turned out to be? I called everyone back, with lavish praise for the young woman at HH who saved me the cost and embarrassment of a service call.
I forgive both Dad and myself for missing something so obvious because WE R SEECK and I have heat and a marginally clearer head after meds and a three hour rest.
I woke up with a bit of a headache but also with my typical post-migraine thing where I'm jittery and so sensitive that it feels like my nerves start four inches outside of my skin. I managed to get dressed and drive to work, and get through 3 hours (including auditing one fiduciary account and one guardian account) before the headache started to grow and my sense of smell tripled. The latter is my biggest pre-migraine warning, and I heeded it and gtfo of work.
When I got home, I let the dog out, explained to her that it wasn't 4:20 so no, not dinnnertime, took off my coat and went to turn up the heat. Oh, shit, the thermostat screen is blank and none of the buttons make it be not-blank.
Schlep down to the basement and check the breaker, which is in its proper position. Flip it off and then back on again on General Principles (salutes). Come back upstairs and call 1-800-DADHELP.
Unfortunately, Dad is still sick with flu or norovirus, whichever one he got last week. He listens to me try to word and tells me to call Hudson Heating. I do, and speak with a nice young woman who tells me they can have someone at my house between 1 and 4. There goes my nap, but okay, maybe I can color while I wait. Two minutes after we hang up, a different young woman calls and asks if I checked the batteries in the thermostat.
Headdesk. No, I did not. Guess what it turned out to be? I called everyone back, with lavish praise for the young woman at HH who saved me the cost and embarrassment of a service call.
I forgive both Dad and myself for missing something so obvious because WE R SEECK and I have heat and a marginally clearer head after meds and a three hour rest.
Monday, February 01, 2016
The Cupcake of Doom
aka my day.
Today being the first day of the month, we had objection hearings. The magistrate doing them was ready, the hearing room was set up, and we had a LOT more people show up than we were planning for. Two of the cases wound up being re-directed to another magistrate, and as I was running back and forth with files and making sure everyone was checked in, a co-worker snapped at me about how poorly organized the hearings were and how a third co-worker (who hadn't said a thing to me) was being importuned by people asking her questions.
Later, when my boss said something to me, I told him the truth about how I felt, and essentially got told to get over it, that's just this co-worker's personality. HellOOO that does not make it okay. If I went around interrupting visibly busy people just to snipe at them and then said it was how I roll I don't think I'd keep my job very long. Fortunately, the magistrate didn't think it was a big deal and the actual hearings went smoothly.
By the time all of that stuff was handled, it was lunchtime. An hour away from my desk was really not long enough, but I went back like a good employee, only to spend the afternoon trying to audit inventories while taking phone calls from idiots.
After work, I went to Staples, intending to mail three simple packages. Of course, instead I locked my purse, packages, phone and AAA card in the car. A nice manager at Staples let me use their phone to call Mom and ask her to call AAA, which she did. I waited for almost an hour, missing the UPS pickup while I did, but eventually a tow truck arrived. The idiot inside said truck pulled up behind my car and sat in there until I approached him, then rolled down his window and asked for my card. IT'S IN THE CAR, IDIOT! is what I did not scream at him.
Once the car was unlocked, I got my stuff out and turned in and paid for, got back in the car and came home with a pounding headache. At least the poor neglected hound was glad to see me, oh, and my hair still looks good.
Today being the first day of the month, we had objection hearings. The magistrate doing them was ready, the hearing room was set up, and we had a LOT more people show up than we were planning for. Two of the cases wound up being re-directed to another magistrate, and as I was running back and forth with files and making sure everyone was checked in, a co-worker snapped at me about how poorly organized the hearings were and how a third co-worker (who hadn't said a thing to me) was being importuned by people asking her questions.
Later, when my boss said something to me, I told him the truth about how I felt, and essentially got told to get over it, that's just this co-worker's personality. HellOOO that does not make it okay. If I went around interrupting visibly busy people just to snipe at them and then said it was how I roll I don't think I'd keep my job very long. Fortunately, the magistrate didn't think it was a big deal and the actual hearings went smoothly.
By the time all of that stuff was handled, it was lunchtime. An hour away from my desk was really not long enough, but I went back like a good employee, only to spend the afternoon trying to audit inventories while taking phone calls from idiots.
After work, I went to Staples, intending to mail three simple packages. Of course, instead I locked my purse, packages, phone and AAA card in the car. A nice manager at Staples let me use their phone to call Mom and ask her to call AAA, which she did. I waited for almost an hour, missing the UPS pickup while I did, but eventually a tow truck arrived. The idiot inside said truck pulled up behind my car and sat in there until I approached him, then rolled down his window and asked for my card. IT'S IN THE CAR, IDIOT! is what I did not scream at him.
Once the car was unlocked, I got my stuff out and turned in and paid for, got back in the car and came home with a pounding headache. At least the poor neglected hound was glad to see me, oh, and my hair still looks good.
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