It's been a while since I posted, but in the interim, the bathroom was finished...and perhaps I may be able to show a lovely before and after shot just so you get the full feeling. I got my teeth cleaned today, see? *grin* And most importantly, my mother and I were able to pick my grandfather up today. For those of you who are frequent readers, my grandfather passed away last year. Like his wife, he too donated his body to science through an anatomical gift program at the medical school. It's been nearly a year, and we were informed via letter that his cremains were ready for pickup. Unlike the last time, where I picked up my grandmother and gave her a tour of the law school, we just went and picked him up and took him home to my mother's house. The box is surprisingly heavy. Not sure exactly what the plan is now that we have both of them, but in the meantime, they're hanging out with Mom. They've both done their year at med school. And come sometime in the late spring, the college has a memorial service at a local cemetery for all those families who gave. It was a very nice service in which all the medical students attend who studied the bodies during 1st year classes. They don't know anyone by name, but they do seem to sincerely appreciate the time they spend with our family members.
Labels: bathroom, grandparents
I was going to write here and say that not much has been going on here. That's not exactly true. While on the work front things are still the same, at home we have shower walls. Yes. This is very exciting. Gone are the days of showering in a plastic drop cloth wonderland. Now, we don't exactly have a shower curtain rod up yet, so we're fudging it with some wood and making due, but having a wall to lean against is a lovely thing. Tonight though, I'm thinking shower curtain rod goodness. We need one. Then the only thing left is the floor. Piece of cake. There's no plumbing involved!
I muddle through the days, though I've been living vicariously through the good news of others. I keep applying for jobs, but I never hear anything. Well, no, I take that back, I heard on a job I applied for last year, getting my ding letter a week after the job had been reposted in the paper. So what does that mean, I can't reapply? Did who you hire flame out and leave? Did you not hire anyone and you lied to me? This has actually popped up twice now. I applied for a job, didn't hear anything, the posting disappeared, I assumed people got hired, and now the job posting is back. What now brown cow?
I'm currently trying to leverage my networking into a new job. How progressive of me, I know. In the meantime I listen to the rest of my office whine openly and don't get involved. Each time I've whined to any one of them, I get the whole "oh, you're blowing things out of proportion" line...so I've stopped talking. They can whine, talk incessantly about old news, I could give a damn, I'm not talking. Call me anti-social, I call it self-preservation.
In better news, our bathroom may actually be completed in my lifetime. We had a brainstorm over the weekend and tried putting up wallboard in preparation to hang the rest of the tub enclosure. It went well. We're still showering in a plastic wrap wonderland, but now we have walls! This brightens my day immensely.
Labels: bathroom, job
While I can't seem to control to what's happening to me, I can control my car. To that end, it's been telling me "oil change - 9,000." My mileage is 9,125, so I had made an appointment to get my oil changed. I brought it in this morning only to be told that in fact my car was too smart for me. Seems the 9,000 mile bit meant that it was 9,000 miles to my next oil change. When I bought it told me 15,000. Oh well...guess I just make another appointment next month for a state inspection, yearly service, and then they'll just change my oil because it's a year old. The service writer seemed surprised it only had that many miles on it. Hey, I have a 10K a year lease...I need to be consistent. I bought it mid-February. I'll hit just about 10K at that point. Woo.
My job made me cry yesterday. After a morning of being berated in front of a law clerk, told not to speak to a client unless given permission to do so by my boss, and otherwise feeling humiliated yet again, I took a lunch at my own house and cried. My end of year review was great. In it, I was told I have a great work ethic, and that coming up this year I should be taking more responsibility for my client projects. In the two attempts to take the lead in my project, I've been slapped down in e-mail by my boss. In neither attempt did I in fact do anything incorrect, but was told that I had not sought permission to do what I did. I'm tired of working like this. You can't have it both ways. The three way call with the law clerk was beyond unprofessional. The clerk may have a hard time looking me in the eye after that beating I took. When I was a paralegal I worked for someone who was unpredictable. From one day to the next I never knew when I would be put in an office and yelled at because I had looked at the partner funny. I thought when I became a lawyer I'd be given a certain level of professionalism. I work in a professional manner, and I expect the same in return. I have the same dread everyday going in to work now as I did as a paralegal. My stomach is a mess, I swear I'm having heart palpitations, and I count the seconds until I go home. I need a new job now. Not later, now.
I just read on the news that my favorite road race of the year, the Dakar Rally, has been cancelled due to security issues. Namely, after the killing of four French nationals in Mauritania before Christmas caused the French government to advise against travel to the country. Nine of the stages of the rally pass through Mauritania. More ominous though, there was supposed threats against the race and its competitors by "terrorist organizations." This saddens me greatly. I've posted about it in the past, to the point of making comparisons to life and law school. The last great race on Earth and it gets taken down by terrorism. So much for a New Year.
Two days into the work New Year and things are already sucking. Got the first snarky e-mail of the year today which led to a rather uncomfortable argument, been stuck doing a document index all day (why am I doing it...because I've come to believe I'm relied on more for my data entry skills than anything lawyerly I could possibly do). My billables are way up, but my angst meter is already beginning to fill. I have no problem getting a ton of work, but dammit, don't make it work that a trained monkey could do? Is it too much to ask? Never mind the fact that I'm sure clients love getting billed at my rate, when we have staff in the office who could easily do this a hell of a lot cheaper.
We arrived home late last night, home to find a nice pile of snow where our driveway was, causing us to have to break out the snow stuff and do some cleaning up straight away just to get the luggage in the house. It's a stunner to go from 80+ degree weather to freezing and snow, but hey, it's all part of the deal. Made me grateful for the electric blanket. We're kicking back today, getting cleaned up, doing laundry, watching football. I don't have a New Year's resolution in mind for 2008, but have the best of hopes for the new year. Here's hoping the New Year brings all sorts of good things to you and yours.