Laundry

I hate, hate, hate doing laundry. I love the end result, I hate the process. Especially the putting things away part. Such a hassle! Of course, in the grand scheme of things, putting things away creates less of a hassle than not putting things away, and then later wondering where that shirt you want to wear is, or even worse, god forbid, having to IRON. I'm a horrible ironer. The iron may be one of my arch rivals in this life.

The other big hassle is that the only things I actually dry in the drier are underwear and towels. Everything else gets hung to dry. Which is a hassle, and leads to the unavailability of doorways since I hang everything in them. And then to get into the closet or bathroom or room you have to stoop down so as not to knock the precariously hanging wet, clean clothes from their perch. That is a huge laundry pet-peeve of mine.

So today, feeling under the weather (deargoddon'tletitbeswineflu) and having too much to do, I threw caution to the wind and decided to dry all my clothes. So, tomorrow should be interesting: I'll either have nice, clean, dry clothes to wear, or my nice, clean dry clothes will not fit because they were dried. I guess we'll just have to wait and see....

Meanwhile, I better feel better soon because my fabulous vacation (aka my long weekend) is next weekend and I cannot, will not, must not be sick for this long awaited event!

Can't it be my vacation yet???

I am scheduled to take vacation next week, starting Friday. It's really only a long weekend (4 days to be exact), but still, it's my first vacation since I started nearly a year ago. It is much needed and long anticipated. But, I'm in one of those "so close yet so far away" situations...couldn't I just fast-forward through the days between this week and next so I can vacation already???

To make the coming week even more troubling, I have a SIGNIFICANT (so significant it deserves all caps) amount of work to accomplish before my departure from the office on Thursday. And I just got assigned more. What. The. Hell. Seriously? So, I guess, to compensate for taking next weekend off of work, I'll have to work both days this weekend. I'm irked. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold, and want to rest up so I don't get a full blown cold before said vacation, and getting assigned more work than humanly possible to complete does not help with the resting and the relaxing.

At least I got to come home early today after court. Of course, upon arriving home early from court, I get a phone call from the office wondering where I am (why would I drive 20 miles back to the office at 4 p.m. when my house is 6 miles away???), and assigning me more work. Fantastic.

Alright, that's it. I'm resting. No more answering texts, emails, or anything else electronic.

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my world! I'm a new-ish lawyer, still trying to figure out the ins and outs of my job, my life, and everything else that comes up on a daily basis.

Today's question: I'm trying to figure out what it means that when there are two numbers listed for a business, I inevitably end up dialing the fax number first, and don't figure out my mistake until after the fax machine squeels in my ear. I'm not sure what it is that makes the fax number so much more alluring when I'm dialing, but it happens more often than it doesn't.