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Today I got an almost free lunch.  On the way to the interview I realized I had one of those cards from Subway all full of stickers.  So my lunch cost me $1.34.  I got to the interview.  I was hired in less than 10 minutes.  For the money I asked for.  For someone who seems like an answer to prayer.  The two selling points.  My mentioning the choir on my resume and the e-mail I sent him.  He saw I was smart and could write and I used a word he never heard of.

God has a wonderful sense of humor.  And I'm living proof.

It's official I am going back to work tomorrow.  This means that I won't be up until the wee hours.  So I want to thank all of you who kept me company.  Roseanne, Dan, Darlene, Becky (both of you), Jackie and the assorted others who dropped in on your life.  To Drs. Geiger, Schutt, Austin, Kronk, and of course Phillip.  Every character who ever appeared on the collective trashy Lifetime Movies I watched.  To all of my Pogo buddies, especially the ones in Vaults of Atlantis Slots -- Volcanic who kept me amused and sharp witted. 

With Love and Appreciation,

It has been the shortest weekend on record.  I could actually see the minutes ticking away.   I feel like I never left work.

Fortunately so far my boss is nice, the people are nice.  I'm really tired but from hard work.  Feel really uninsipired.  Probably because of all the snow and Taco Belle.

Damn all I did today was sleep.  My job is wiping me out.  My boss expects me to be a lawyer.  Draft that so and so.  Uh hello...somehow I've been managing to do it.  But if you want me to be an attorney you'd better give me a raise because let me tell you you have some dumb clients.  I've come the conclusion that most of the people who reproduce shouldn't be allowed to.  At least the ones with gobs of money because you get divorced and do stupid things to your kids in the process.

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I hate my f*ng job.  The only thing I'm not asked to do is wash the windows.  I wouldn't mind it so much but the guy I'm working for is a cross between a nagging father and a husband.  He has a liquid lunch every day.  I worked all day on Monday to do him a favor.  He was a lot tipsy and said something not nice to me.  I burst into tears and he apologized for an hour.  Let's face it this profession sucks, lawyers suck.  My boss bills at $475 an hour.  My son asked me if I get half of that.  I thought that was pretty funny till I told my son no and then he said he wanted to talk to my boss.  The last time my son had a conversation with my boss was with Mr. Bastard the guy I used to work for.  (This was the guy who had seven secretaries in one year and I was number eight.)  We were at his house because his mother-in-law died and we were paying our respects.  My son sat there like a perfect angel for an hour saying please and thank you, stuffing himself full of cookies.  As we were about to leave my boss said to him "thank you for coming".  My son looked up and said "OH YOU'RE MOM'S BOSS YOU'RE THE ONE WHOSE MEAN TO H ER AND YELLS AT HER ALL THE TIME!"  So as I was wishing the floor would open up and I would disappear my boss laughed.  He was nice to me for an entire month after that.  It's not that the guy I work for isn't nice he's a f*ing pain in the ass.  I also should be making way more money for the crap I'm doing.  My second day he told me to prepare a notice of appeal.  Uh am I an attorney.  Nope but this past week I drafted and put together a whole batch of motion papers to haul some deadbeat dad into court for non-support.  People have asked me over the years why I didn't become a lawyer.  I always said "I'm too smart and too nice!" 

I've been as sick as a dog since Friday.  I went to work that day coughing up a lung and my sot of a boss just let me cough.  I went out to lunch got this 12 hour cough suppressant came back to work took the medicine and lost my lunch.  Stupid came back after his lunch tipsy as usual and then ordered me to get this shi* correct one of his master forms and I should pay attention to the language -- his original language that he screwed up and to prepare another host of legal papers.  Anyway I talked to the office manager around 4:30 and said I felt like shit.  Then there was talk about sending me home in a car but if I had money I could take a car and get reimbursed.  So I thought they were calling me a cab.  Anyway it turned out I was expected to get the cab myself sure they figured I'd never come back with their money and I finally wound up taking the subway.  I spent the entire evening at home barfing, achy, running a fever.  This entire weekend in bed.  I'm not sure if it's flu or bronchitis.  But I won't be in there tomorrow and frankly if I didn't need the eggs I'd like to tell the guy to take his scotch and shove it up his ass.  Another sign it's time for me to get the hell out of the business.

Still awake because I can't sleep because I've been coughing my brains out.  So what am I doing but playing with my computer.  I have to say the idea of not going to work is thrilling me.  I thought that maybe just once I had gotten it right.  But I will never get it right as long as I continue to work for those pond scum blood sucking lawyers.  How many damn times do I have to bang my head against the wall till I say ouch -- obviously a lot.

Still awake because I can't sleep because I've been coughing my brains out.  So what am I doing but playing with my computer.  I have to say the idea of not going to work is thrilling me.  I thought that maybe just once I had gotten it right.  But I will never get it right as long as I continue to work for those pond scum blood sucking lawyers.  How many damn times do I have to bang my head against the wall till I say ouch -- obviously a lot.