Well folks, my plate is officially full. Manageable, but full. I'm even considering not taking the law clerk job because they guy won't stop bugging me while I'm at work. I told him nights and weekends, and I mean it. And even then, there's a limit to what I can do with that time. I HAVE to spend down time. No exceptions. I want to see my man and relax for crying out loud.
I might be nuts for trying this law clerk thing, we'll see how it goes. Problem is that I desperately need something on my resume that says I have a clue. Even if only for 6 months, it's vastly better than nothing. And I'm learning real crap. It's just a bit of a planning headache in the meantime. Spontaneity is going to be scarce for a while...
So yeah, my head just might explode. Especially if work doesn't calm down soon. We really need to stop rearranging people's offices with a day's notice. Especially since I'm the lucky girl who gets to organize it all, hoo-fucking-ray.
Have a nice day kids. Don't be pissy when I say I'm busy. I am. Deal. In theory it means I'll be a lawyer soon.
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