One of the partners was in the elevator with me this afternoon. She asked how I was and I told her I was tired. She then went on to say in a very excited way "At least it's Wednesday!" Well that thinking doesn't do me a whole bunch of good. By my math that still means I have to come in two more days this week. And that's just this week! Not to mention the four days next week and the five days the week after that. But who's counting. We continued our awkward conversation for a few more floors then finally the doors opened. I prefer to stand quietly in the elevator. No one else who was riding with us gave a damn how I was doing, I don't even think she cared. So why bother? But I guess you have to be polite. But do you? Other people here have no problem whatsoever being rude and impolite. But two wrongs don't make a right and I suppose I shouldn't sink to their level.
Besides that nagging feeling that I forgot to do something really important, today was actually kind of nice. Andy had lots of unusual requests and that keeps me on my toes. I even found an easier way to get the phone numbers from his old phone transferred to his new one. The days of manually entering numbers for me is over! I wish someone had told me about that a few phones ago. I think this is his fifth phone in less than a year. Must be some kind of record. His phone died, his blackberry died all in the same morning. I am not quite sure how he makes it through the day. He seems a little stressed but I'm sure he will be fine.
Matt is still excited about becoming partner. Besides the pay difference which I imagine is substantial he now gets his very own book of dial-car vouchers and some brand new fancy business cards not to mention a lot more respect around here. He can also "open new jobs" which to me just sounds like giving yourself more work to do, but hey he's the boss. I am very happy for him he has finally accomplished one of his life goals. Next on the list, get the wife pregnant - and just think in ten years he can have a mid-life crisis and that means he gets to buy a Porsche.
My brother is in town for the weekend and I got my parents involved which always manages to generate unnecessary confusion. I just thought it would be nice to have dinner with everyone. But things always seem to get complicated. They would all like to blame it on me but I really don't think it is my fault. At least not this time. We simply should have just told them when and where to meet us but it has ballooned into a 15 part email about when and where and what. How hard is it to pick a night for dinner? Apparently it is excruciatingly difficult. Come on people.
But then again life is just a series of little crises. Or in my family a series of little crises that are treated like big crises. Ok Maybe not my family...me. I'm working on it...like when the doorknob came off in my hand this morning. I didn't freak out too much. In fact part of me thought "well the doorknob is broken, can't go anywhere...better stay home from work." But I managed to stick it back on at least temporarily. Part of me wanted it to fall off again because then I would have had no choice but to stay home. But I can't go around taking days off because my doorknob is broken.
Anyway I am going to go send out some more resumes. You would be amazed at all the new jobs that are out there since the New Year. I think a new job is just around the corner.
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