People, the work that's been done around here today . . . you would not believe. The Powers That Be have gotten their money's worth out of me. Not since my starry-eyed public defender days have I worked this hard -- non-stop, even! -- for a whole day. There's been typing, there's been file reviewing, there's been faxing and stapling and un-stapling, not to mention clocking AND dropping!
Let's take a moment, shall we?
Okay. So, my pet peeve of the day: people who wear those cell-phone-ear-piece-thingys. And talk on them. While walking down the hall, so it looks like they are talking to nobody, which makes me think either:
a) they are talking to me, which compels me to say, "good, how are you?" with that friendly smile my mother taught me, only to realize they are NOT, in fact, talking to me, at which point I feel like Boo-Boo the Fool; OR
b) Jesus HAS arrived and feels so much pressure to get the Word out all quick-like that he's dictating the next ten commandments through speaker phone to the Holy Spirit back at the office, instructing him to send an E-vite to the Second Coming potluck/water-to-wine tasting ASAP. (See yesterday's post.)
This also tends to make me feel like I am not very important or well-liked, since most people who would want to talk to me seem content to wait until I can at least free up a hand to answer the phone. I guess I don't have enough stuff to carry, either, since generally, I have a free hand most all of the day. I mean, right now, I have TWO free hands, which I am using to blog. And nobody seems to be that anxious to interrupt me with a phone call.
There's a special on tonight about Mormons. AND there's a new episode of The Riches. Decisions, decisions.