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I can't breathe out of one nostril. This is extremely annoying, but no more than usual at work. I have to prod the paralegal to do the job they're being paid to do, I keep having my meetings at work rescheduled, and I'm exhausted. It's sad when the the highlight is a cold pill and a cup of chai. And just now, the 3 letters which took me an hour to draft this morning all pretty much got torn up so that they could be re-dictated by the person who requested them in the first place. I swear, I don't know why I work here. Though, I love when I can hand them draft copy of something they previously wrote and have them praise it...and then re-edit it.Labels: cold, job
I know I whine about my job incessantly. For that I do apologize. I wish things were great, and that I enjoyed what I did everyday, but that is so far from the truth that it pains me to even think that I do this work.
The issue that confounds me currently is this: I'm constantly being held to a standard that is impossible to meet. Since all my work has to be vetted by the managing partner, all emails have to be sent for review first. In response to my emails I'm told that either that it's too friendly a tone, or in the alternative, that I'm being far too harsh. There is no happy medium. The other issue is, regardless of how I write, the edits come back no longer recognizable as my own writing. Nice short concise sentences become these run-on monsters using as many commas as humanly possible. And of course, since I have to send it out under my signature...it looks like I write like this. I would never write a full paragraph-long sentence. One, it's too hard to read, and two, it just looks like a long-winded moron wrote it. I keep getting told that this is going to help me grow as an attorney, but all it's doing is keeping me under the partner's thumb and I'm not learning a damn thing. Oh, and I work too quickly. Not a problem with accuracy mind you...its just that I need to take my time and ponder things. I say it's more that I'm making others in the office look bad. Procrastination may have been a virtue in law school, but I don't abide by procrastination as a creative writing technique. Sitting on a document and reading it 10 more times isn't going to make me change my language choices spontaneously. That's not who I am. I think precisely the first time, which is why it looks like it does. I'm not a creative writer, I'm a lawyer. There's a difference.Labels: job, law, writing
Hope you all had a lovely weekend. Mine was three days thanks to the federal banking holiday, and I took it upon myself to stimulate the economy by going to the mall. I had a mission to purchase some knives. The spouse and I had tried to purchase these same knives at another mall a couple nights ago, and was told by the cashier in Macy's that she couldn't give me the sale price listed on the sign because it wasn't her department. And seeing as how there wasn't anyone in the Housewares department, which is why I was in Children's, I had her cancel the sale and left. Fast forward to yesterday, where I intrepidly went to another Macy's and attempt to purchase the same knives. Once again, only one person working the register, though this time in Housewares. I waited patiently, and when I got to the register I was told the sale price wasn't being honored. When I asked why I wouldn't get the extra 10% off, I was told because it was in small electrics. Now I wasn't buying an electric knife, I was buying good old steel blades. That line of reasoning got me nowhere. I then retorted that if Macy's wasn't going to honor the price, then they should really take the sign down. I was blown off by the cashier. I once again asked to have the sale canceled. At this point, it was just the integrity of the thing that was keeping me from purchasing, and I was hopping mad. I hoofed it to the Manager's Office, ready to give a piece of my mind (albeit it in a civil manner), only to find absolutely no one there. I could have trashed everyone's offices since they were wide open, but not being in the vandalism frame of mind, I left. I fired off an e-mail to corporate off their website, but I'm not holding out a lot of hope. In the meantime, I'll be shopping elsewhere. I'll probably cancel my Macy's card as well. No need to keep it after all this.Labels: macy's, shopping
I know alot of people don't seem to like this holiday, or think it is one of those "Hallmark Holidays." Me, I've always enjoyed it. I enjoyed it when I was in grade school and everyone got a valentine from everyone else in little homemade mailboxes. I enjoyed conversation hearts and Russell Stover heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. And these days I have a valentine, which makes things even better. Though to be honest, we celebrate on the 13th, not the 14th. Not to be contrary, but rather so we can have a nice leisurely dinner without all the crowds. Last night we shared a Love Boat of sushi. Mmmm...eel.Labels: valentine's day
Like a good chunk of the country currently, it's cold here. I have the gloves and the scarf going on, and with the wood stove at home it's not too awful. I do have a word to the wise though regarding such fashion at times like these. A fur edged hood on your coat is fine. It cuts down on the wind, keeps your ears warm, looks sort of nice depending. However, it's not appropriate to wear this same hood while driving a car. You have no peripheral vision at all, especially if you don't turn your head. And why would you do that anyway, right?Labels: cold, driving
Started a new project at work this week, which in itself isn't bad, it's just busy work. I get anywhere from 4-7 new deals a day, and I can review each in about a half an hour unless it's complex. Most of the problem comes in with keeping it all straight in the paperwork. Each of them becomes a little pile, each of them gets a post-it, and they're lined up on my desk in little rows. I keep the details straight, so I get more of the deals than anyone else in the office. Eh, it keeps me off the streets.Labels: job
We enjoy football. Us, like the majority of television viewers watched the Super Bowl last night. And damn, was that a good game or what! And to think it didn't come down to a field goal at the end was particularly nice. I hate to have it all come down to a kicker. Though, we are a little disappointed that Eli was the MVP...we were pulling for the defensive guys, namely Justin Tuck. Eli wouldn't have had a chance of winning yesterday without the defensive line. And I love that the Giants had guys who had never even been recognized before come out of nowhere to do huge plays. Alford? Who the heck is Alford? Anyway, as much as I'd like to wipe the smirk off of Don Shula's face for the '72 Dolphins, the Giants were awesome. Oh, and one of the commercials I liked best? "I play the oboe." It wasn't clydesdales, Will Ferrell, or the Dell guy being mauled on the street. Though the screaming woodland creatures were funny.Labels: super bowl
I like living near my job. I purposely try and reduce my commute, not so much for laudable goals like cutting down on greenhouse gases, but because it saves my sanity. As a result, I'm one of the closest employees to my firm. When the weather goes to crap, I'd rather not be driving in it, regardless of how far away my house is from work. I've said as much. And today, I made an executive decision to be working from home instead of the office so that I wouldn't have to worry about driving conditions. Some of my fellow employees did the same. Who got in trouble? Me. Why? Because I live so much closer. In other words, I should have to risk my car and my neck because I don't have an hour commute. I might have to cover for the receptionist after all. To say I'm angry doesn't even begin to describe it.Labels: job
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