Take this job and shove it
So, we'll get to my recent visit to Oregon in a minute. Let me first vent for, well, let's face it, a good while, about my shitty job.
My day started off pretty damn early this morning. After getting to bed sometime around 2am (cuz the puppy was way too excited to see me), the little peanut decided waking me up at 5am with a big wet lick down my cheek would be a good idea. Whatever. We went for a really early morning walk, she peed, she pooped, it was all fun and good. Then we went back home and I crawled back into bed to sleep for an hour or so until I had to get up for work. Fast forward two hours. It's 8am. I have to be at work at 9am. It's a 25 minute drive on a good day. I am still asleep. I finally wake up about 10 mins later, freak out for a minute or two and then get my ass in gear. Out the door by 10 to 8 and on my way. I call my boss, explain the situation, apologize like a mad woman and haul some Dodge Ram ass into work. I am behind my desk by 9:10. Not too bad. Apparantly, not too good, either. See, my boss had a trip to DC last Wednesday to meet with Senator Kennedy regarding a Massachusetts appropriations bill we are trying to get funded through. I have a work-study student who prepared everything for his trip. Or so I thought. I guess he got there and did not have the stuff he needed. Plus, another guy was supposed to send some info to England for me and that did not happen either. Needless to say, I got hauled into my boss's office this morning and was yelled at for a good while.
Now, if my boss was the kind of guy who yelled, I could handle that. But imagine me, on three hours of sleep, today on the one-year anniversary of dad's death (so, already an emotionally raw day) getting called in to "chat" and hearing things like, "I don't want to know what happened. It just can't happen again." "Is this a case of senioritis?" "I know your head is in other places." "Maybe I'm giving you too much responsibility." And, my all-time favorite, "I know you think this job is beneath you... it's just a stepping stone for you before you go on to do bigger and better things." So, that was nice. Bastard. Seriously, I have never before felt even an iota of disrespect for him. Today, he makes me want to quit. Ugh!
In much more interesting news, I spent the past five days in Oregon (I probably should have stayed there) and I had such an awesome time. Law school visitation aside, it was so much fun. Not that law school visitation wasn't fun, but... we'll get to that. I flew into Seattle, which I thought would suck, but it actually turned out to be quite nice because I enjoyed a lovely drive from Seatac to Vancouver, reminiscing about all the thousands of times I drove that in college. Also, pdanielson took me to a sweet wine party--Magnum Madness. And while much magnum madness did ensue, the highlight of the evening was definitely the salmon spread. A lovely combination of salmon, cream cheese and chipolte, I even took a little tupperware container of it home with me. Bob, my new friend and maker of the salmon spread, watched me spend the whole night camped out at the table, fending off would-be tasters of MY spread, and insisted that I leave with the little extra he had brought. Ahhhh, Bob, were you younger and in possession of limitless salmon spread, I would be yours for the taking. There was other good food there as well, but I don't remember any of it.
Another big highlight for me was getting to chill with chaostyger on Friday afternoon. There was going to be some serious massage action, but that was waylaid by hanging with mom and dad and just general catching up. No worries. I'll be living in PDX soon enough, and those hands aren't going anywhere. Well, maybe I don't want to know where they may or may not go... Actually, this is a good time for a subject change...
In sad news, I learned that aforementioned mom and dad are thinking about moving, as are my brother and sister-in-law. It's sad enough that Adam's folks might move (just cuz I love that house so much!), but my brother's house is like my own. I know this sounds weird, but... I guess it's cuz having grown up on a boat, all of our house-like things took place there. We trick-or-treated there, we had Thanksgiving and Christmas there. Every family gathering was there. Well, not every, but a lot. I feel like I grew up in that house and it makes me very sad to think someone else might live there.
Anyway, on that depressing note, I'm gonna get back to work (cuz lord knows I have so much to do at my over-whelming job that is obviously so beneath me... I wish you could type in sarcasm). I will post about L&C tomorrow perhaps.