Over the Hump

Posted on | March 18, 2010 | 4 Comments

Why is it that Wednesday feels SO far from the weekend but Thursday always feels like almost there? They’re only a day apart but it never fails that on Wednesday, I’m moping around the office saying “I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday” only to have the next day come and feel like “Wow! It’s already Thursday!” Work weeks are strange beasts. This one has been… lackluster to say the least.

The downhill spiral started on Sunday when Satan’s Minions Dook Duke won the ACC tournament.Okay, I’m sort of kidding about that. But it was a marker that this was going to be a rough week. On Monday, you may remember, I was forced to question an… older lady… about her sex life. What I did not share was that the opposing attorney was a friend of mine from law school and even she was appalled by my questions. Best part? I got back to the office and talked to the partner on the case and she looks at me and says “YOU ASKED THAT??” Yeah. Turns out the “go-by” I used is not one that she ever uses. It was created by another attorney at my office. So the whole terrible mess of events that followed could have been avoided. Had I not asked the questions and felt like a slimy, dirty lawyer, I would not have felt the need to go and see J at daycare. Had I not gone to see J at daycare, I would have avoided the gut-wrenching feeling of having him turn away from me and ask for his teacher. So really, all of Monday was a wash just because an attorney at my office likes to make other people uncomfortable!!

Moving on. Tuesday. Oh God, Tuesday. J wasn’t sleeping. Monday night was rough but not terrible. I was semi-functioning on Tuesday morning only to have my secretary drop a bombshell on me not ten minutes after I found out that my first jury trial will be in one month. What was this lovely bombshell? Oh… well it turns out that yet another prick of a lawyer (sense a trend?) decided to cherry pick my secretary. Yeah. She totally rocks so another attorney in town called her and offered her a job for more money. I’ve never wanted to beat the crap out of someone so bad in my life. This is a small town. The legal community here is even smaller. DON’T PISS ME OFF, DUDE. I’m already medicated… I’ll go postal on your batookie. Okay, I won’t. But I will totally bad mouth him behind his back for the rest of my life. Mike Smith. Mike Smith. Mike Smith. Oh and did I mention his name is Mike Smith?

So I’m sans fantastic secretary by the end of Tuesday and I think to myself “Self, you should get a six pack of Hoegaarten tonight and watch UNC play.” So I call Husband and tell him to pick up beer on the way home, which he does, and tell him he’s in charge of bedtime, which he also does. Only he forgets to mention that as of 10 pm, he has a very important “meeting” with online game players and will be “unavailable” to assist in the childrearing activities. Yeah. The game didn’t start until 9:30. By 10:30, J is awake and crying and I. Am. Pissed. Like seriously pissed. Like want to call Mike Smith at home and bad mouth his wife, pissed. So I had to give up on the game and go to bed to tend to the little one… who proceeded to wake up. every. hour. Did I also mention that I had gone through half my six pack at that point so I was feeling a little tipsy? No? Well, that’s because I’m still mad about it. Can’t a girl get ONE night to herself?

Then came Wednesday. Ah, Hump day. Which is forever “marred” in my memory by the story a friend told me. Apparently she was talking to her mother and said “Ah well, at least it’s hump day.” There was a long pause on her mother’s end of the phone and then she cleared her throat and said “Well… it’s nice that you guys have a set schedule for that.” I kid you not, her mom thought that was what her and her hubs called the days they have sex. Too much funny.

Anyhow, Wednesday couldn’t have gotten worse reviews than Tuesday so I felt pretty good going in to the day. Then a friend tells me that she is planning to leave her job for other ventures. Sort of a big deal because I will miss her terribly and also because it means added stress for me (for various reasons) but I’m dealing. By the time it’s lunchtimeI think to myself “Self, you are handling all this stress pretty freaking well this week. Kudos to you, m’dear.” So I take myself out to lunch at Roly Poly. Yum. And then I went and played with J at daycare. Double yum. And when I came home I realized there are three St. Patty’s Day brews in my fridge… yum, yum, and yum. Overall? A good way to transitioin into the second half of this week, right! Yes except I woke up this morning to discover that my birth control is apparently NOT regulating my hormones properly and I have been joined by my dear Aunt Flo a week and a half early. That on top of the fact that J didn’t sleep more than an hour straight last night AND we’re out of coffee at the homestead made for one rough morning. I’m counting down the minutes until my parents get here so I can go get Starbucks. There’s a Dark Cherry Mocha just calling my name.

But, after it’s all said and done, it’s still Thursday and that’s almost the weekend. If I can get some sleep, I think I can enjoy my parents’ visit and *possibly* even get focused at work; you know, if I can take a break from all the Mike Smith hating. Stupid Mike Smith.

Comments

4 Responses to “Over the Hump”

  1. Deb
    March 18th, 2010 @ 12:29 pm

    That Damn Mike Smith—sounds like a mantard to me ;( (do you need some muscle—I can come help out–lol) You can always rely on a man to totally mess with your week.

    Sorry to hear you're going through a bad stretch—hope it gets better for you soon. Hang in there.

    Complete bummer about your secretary being cherry picked. Although, maybe she'll figure out that Mike Smith is a mantard and she'll want to come back and work for you. My boss would probably be thrilled if someone "cherry picked" me. I've been working with him for 7+ years and I think we've had enough of each other—kwim?

    Hugs—beter times are headed your way.

  2. Rebekah
    March 18th, 2010 @ 1:47 pm

    Mike Smith is going DOWN! I'm sending some hate his way!

  3. Anne
    March 18th, 2010 @ 1:53 pm

    A good legal secretary is worth their weight in GOLD! I hate that crap. Hopefully you pick up a winner before those trial notebooks have to be put together 🙂

  4. Eliza
    March 18th, 2010 @ 8:14 pm

    What si this Dark Cherry Mocha you speak of? Sounds delish! I will have to get that!

    Mike Smith can suck it.

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