Yes, I don't post as much as I used to, but then again very little happens in my world these days. In fact, with the exception of trying to figure out how to stretch out lunch without offending the powers that be, I haven't had a whole heck of a lot of things to do. A lot of my job is waiting to hear back on documents from my superior. So that's what I do. And that's not billable. *scowl* But in better news, I go to golf school next week! Yes, just like the last two years, I get to head off for three days of beating golf balls senseless in the hope of improving my game. If nothing else, I get to rid my pent-up aggression this way. It's effectively infinite golf balls, or until my arms fall off. I've come close on the latter front. Either way, it's not the inside of my office, and that's fantastic. If I can only keep from getting sunburned, it'll be a total success.
Labels: golf, job
Because I enjoy this clip so much....I bring you Dramatic Chipmunk.
Lunch has become a sore spot for me. It's my only opportunity to get out of the office and breathe the air, and of course, eat. I don't like eating at my desk, so I don't. I try to keep my lunch to about an hour, but sometimes with traffic and waiting, it's a bit over. Nothing severe. I don't take an hour or more and then bring my lunch back to eat. That would be rude. However, I was reminded today to keep my lunch to an hour or less. This reminder did not go to everyone. To say that made me angry does not begin to describe how I reacted. Luckily, I kept my tongue and fingers in check and did not respond. This brings up a couple questions. How long do you go to lunch? Am I overreacting?
Labels: job, lunch
Yeah, I know I haven't written in a while. Nothing of note to write about, I suppose. It's at times like this when I think I should just fold up shop and call it a day. Of course, it's at this time in my life when I need it most of all. You see, I'm thinking about going into another job. And this scares me because I've only been here 6 months. I personally blame myself for another error in judgment in picking this job, but hey, I needed a job! The explanation necessary in upcoming interviews scares me no end....if I can even get one. But I guess having a job while looking for another job isn't so bad. I just need to be discreet. Any suggestions regarding any of the above are welcome. I guess you're supposed to stay in your first real legal job at least a year, but seeing as how I dread my mornings now, this is not why I went to law school. Why can't I be happy with what I have?
When you're in law school, and then during the Bar Exam experience, one tends to be obsessive. Things to read, things to know, things to remember...you obsess about a lot of things. Once you're done though, there's a vacuum that's created. Of course, some obsess about kids, pets, or even their homes, but that's not me. Instead, I found something that played right into the obsessive compulsive part of me that lurks unseen. It's called "showing the car."
Yes, my ever beloved BMW, which I've had now for less than 4 months was shown over the weekend. By showing the car, it means a level of washing, primping, spraying, vacuuming and grooming that I didn't believe was possible on a non-human. The more you do, the worse it gets. And to feed this, there are different possible levels of clean. Clean is good (inside and outside), but then there is Super Clean (inside, outside, trunk, and engine compartment) and for the truly insane Concours (inside, outside, trunk, engine compartment, and underside of the car). Think about that for a moment. You're going to get it dirty driving to the show. I drew the line at Super Clean. Hell, after 3.5 months, how dirty could it be? This could be the best chance! It was surprisingly dirty under the hood. Winter is not kind. Anyway, after spraying and scrubbing and whining and rubbing, it was as good as it was going to get. (Well, it can never be as truly clean as you'd like, but hey.) And sure enough, it was enough to get me a 2nd place trophy! So now I have a car and a trophy. And for one brief shining moment that car was really really clean.
Another week in the books. I haven't been fired. I haven't tried to jump out of my sealed first floor office window. However, the tension in this office is thick enough to cut with a knife. When I was a secretary and a paralegal I prided myself on professionalism and being deferential to my attorneys. You wouldn't give them crap unless it was a totally desperate situation, and even then it would be really bad form. That doesn't happen here. Attitudes abound. Deferential my butt. And I tell you what, it's not even an ego thing with me, it's just a professionalism issue. It's not like I want the job, I have a job of my own. I'm not trying to show anyone up here, it's just a matter of expecting a certain level of assistance that I'm not getting. Ah screw it, I should have just been a solo.
I've been at my firm nearly 6 months now. Though it seems a heck of a lot longer than that. I still do not have a business card. This is not to say I didn't ask for them, multiple times. I've asked politely verbally, via email, brought it up to my boss, and absolutely nothing has come of it. The only other request I ever made was to get some specific office supplies, which I did receive, but no cards. If that wasn't bad enough, it seems I'm also not listed in the firm directory on the phone. This means if you call after hours, it's as if I don't even work here. Even better. So, I guess I'm just a temp after all. Who knew?