I need a drink. And it's only 10:13.
Apr. 12th, 2011 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bewizeI have clearly started today as I finished yesterday and Sunday - with increasingly random weirdness and a growing sense of impending doom, coupled with a lot of self-inflicted WTF-ery.
I ended up having to go to court for S this morning and that was a complete fiasco. I abandoned ship and he will have to show up and see if he can't fix it, but when I left there were people vowing to do "whatever it takes" to see the other side fucked over.
Then, I get to the office and am setting up when a crazy lady walks in and demands to use the phone. I tell her we don't have a public phone and she gets so belligerent that I finally relent, because I didn't particularly want to stab her in the face with my pen, which was where my thoughts had taken me with increasing pressure.
While she's on the phone having a meltdown at whomever, I try to make breakfast and coffee. I burn breakfast and I spill coffee all over the place, including my foot which is sprouting a nice little red burn now, and in the midst of the symphony of curse words I'm spilling, coupled with the cacophonous sound of Crazy Lady yelling in the phone, one of B's client's walks in and gets irate that B isn't here.
At this point, I've reached the end of my tether and I ask if he had an appointment, he says no, and I ask if he sees the problem or if I need to spell it out for him. He apparently decides not to piss off the crazy lady with the one red eye (b/c oh, yes, left eye problems are back) and meekly asks me to leave B a note, which I do.
Then I go and tell Crazy Lady to wrap it up.
I call my paralegal and tell her to stop at the grocery store and buy paper towels and non-powder coffee creamer (b/c the boys only buy that nasty shit when I send them).
Then, B arrives and says that L was in a wreck, but she's okay.
That's 4 wrecks in the last few weeks, folks. M, B, me, L - usually these happen in threes, we may be going for a double, so watch yourselves.
I am on my last day of antibiotics. At least, I think I am. The left eye problem may suggest something different. FML.
I ended up having to go to court for S this morning and that was a complete fiasco. I abandoned ship and he will have to show up and see if he can't fix it, but when I left there were people vowing to do "whatever it takes" to see the other side fucked over.
Then, I get to the office and am setting up when a crazy lady walks in and demands to use the phone. I tell her we don't have a public phone and she gets so belligerent that I finally relent, because I didn't particularly want to stab her in the face with my pen, which was where my thoughts had taken me with increasing pressure.
While she's on the phone having a meltdown at whomever, I try to make breakfast and coffee. I burn breakfast and I spill coffee all over the place, including my foot which is sprouting a nice little red burn now, and in the midst of the symphony of curse words I'm spilling, coupled with the cacophonous sound of Crazy Lady yelling in the phone, one of B's client's walks in and gets irate that B isn't here.
At this point, I've reached the end of my tether and I ask if he had an appointment, he says no, and I ask if he sees the problem or if I need to spell it out for him. He apparently decides not to piss off the crazy lady with the one red eye (b/c oh, yes, left eye problems are back) and meekly asks me to leave B a note, which I do.
Then I go and tell Crazy Lady to wrap it up.
I call my paralegal and tell her to stop at the grocery store and buy paper towels and non-powder coffee creamer (b/c the boys only buy that nasty shit when I send them).
Then, B arrives and says that L was in a wreck, but she's okay.
That's 4 wrecks in the last few weeks, folks. M, B, me, L - usually these happen in threes, we may be going for a double, so watch yourselves.
I am on my last day of antibiotics. At least, I think I am. The left eye problem may suggest something different. FML.