Skank Girl is history! Yay!! She didn't show up at her new job yesterday morning, which had some brows raised and tongues wagging. It was nearly noon before one of the guys realized that she had left a voice mail message over the weekend, albeit in the wrong mailbox. It seems that, according to her message, her Boss Lady had offered to sell her her rental house at a bargain basement price and pay her "a lot more money" and she was staying put. I was pretty glad she decided not to try working a "real" job, but she really left us in a bind. Because one of the full-time staff members is on vacation this week, that left only the receptionist and me to deal with a lot of insanity. My workload is rapidly piling up, and I have priority projects I have to get done, but I spent a huge amount of time yesterday answering phones and dealing with clients.
The younger partner has turned out to be something of an anal Simon Legree. He actually jumped on me yesterday morning for not emptying my trashcan before I left Thursday. Well, excuse me; nobody told me I needed to do that janitorial task.
The older partner, the half senile one, doesn't like anybody -- but he's taken a liking to me for some unknown reason. He had me in his office a dozen times yesterday, helping him with one thing or another -- and just chock full of compliments. Here's the problem, though: he's not a morning person. That means that he's rarely in the office before noon, and he schedules appointments 'til past 6:00 o'clock. I, on the other hand, am a morning person and am a virtual zombie by 3:00 P.M. Therefore, it didn't make me a bit happy that the Old Guy asked me to meet with him and a client to prepare for a hearing next week. Normally, that would be fine -- but the client's appointment wasn't until 4:30, half an hour past my quitting time. And I had had no lunch.
I went home so damn tired I hardly knew which end was up. I was starving to death and it was hot as hell and a storm was brewing, but the dog had to be fed and walked before anything else. When I finally got to eat, I guess I would have looked to an innocent bystander like some crazed creature who hadn't seen a meal in days.
What I have come to realize in fairly rapid fashion is that I've simply traded one loony bin for another. Lord, help me. I KNEW I didn't want to work for lawyers any more.
There are still evil full moon rays lurking in the atmosphere, aren't there?
7 comments:
Sherry Sherry Sherry...
What are we to do with you?
Monster.com?
Biscuit World Mgr. Trainee?
Hang in there Baby Girl...:-)
Dearest Princess SJ: ALL LAWYER'S OFFICES ARE LOONEY BINS! I worked in 3 and each was progressively worse that the last. Go retail, sell on ebay, become a street person, walk dogs. ANYTHING beats working for bottom-feeding, blood-sucking, scumbag lawyers. Phew! I feel better now.
I had to laugh out loud about Skankgirl. Too funny. Better yet, WRITE A BOOK about your adventures in employment. Here's you a title: "Legal Affairs"! Go for it. (Hell, you don't need sleep anyhoo!) Love & Blessings! xo
Darn. I had "Reunited" by Peaches and Herb all queued up and ready to go. Oh well. Maybe they'll counter with an upscale condo.
maybe
it's not too late
to go and get your old job back
HAPPY TUESDAY, SERENA JOY!
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good luck...
At least you are Skank Girl free ;-) No more having to spray the work area for crotch crickets...
I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hanging in there, Galen. Then came my accident. Now I'm having to hang in there from a whole other perspective. Geez.:)
If you'll help me write that book, Marion, it's a deal. Once I'm over my recuperation, we'll get started.:-)
You never know, Pugsley. I'm thinking more in terms of a new Mercedes myself.;)
Oh, perish the thought, /t.!:-)
Thanks, Jingle.:)
That much is true, Skunk, and it's a relief. I'm thinking I'm going to have to be nicer to SG henceforth, though. She heard about my accident and has called a couple of times to offer her assistance and she sent me a Get Well card.:)
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