About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

OTHER LINKS

Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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ARCHIVES

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Screaming Bean
Thursday, September 21, 2006

I'm still in marketing, and will be for the foreseeable future. Any hints of research have gone up in smoke. This depresses me deeply. I was keeping myself perky by holding on to the hope that any day now my job description would change radically. So not happening any time soon. So instead my days drag on interminably, and I have a hard time bring myself to do anything. For instance, I found out today that the filing system that I inherited for all my invoices was wrong. So wrong in fact that it all has to be redone...for the entire year. Yes, it is September. Do know how much I wanted to cry at that moment? This job has been nothing but one big clean up of everyone's messes that had ever worked in this position, ever. A few times is cute, but this is insane. As a result, what little effort I had been putting into my day just evaporated. (Just tried to come up with an evaporation simile now, and even that went poof.) I foresee a long lunch and perhaps a lobotomy?

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