Posted on | February 16, 2012 | 12 Comments
You ever have one of those weeks where you think “I’ve had enough, thanks”?
A week when, by Thursday, you’ve become a walking zombie who is going through the motions until Saturday gets here?
This is one of those weeks for me.
On Monday, I ended up in a three hour meeting with a client and a calculator and I do NOT do math. On Tuesday, I went to get on the elevator and managed to drop my ginormous ring of keys directly down into the small space between the floor and the elevator… and all the way down the elevator shaft. On Wednesday, I went to get blood drawn for my pre-op and actually ended up sobbing over a small needle in my arm like the pansy I am.
And the kicker came on Wednesday afternoon, when I got a phone call from an opposing counsel. I was sick at the end of last week and missed a day and a half of work, which just makes paper multiply on my desk. I did try to stay on top of all my emails but I was … sick. And on top of feeling bad in my sinuses, I’m still taking pain pills for the horrible sting of my back. So I get this call yesterday from an opposing counsel about a consent order he sent me earlier this week or last.
I’d shot him an email yesterday morning about the consent order because we were arguing about two thousand dollars. I was insistent on $9,500, he was insistent on $7,500. The last email I had from him said he was going to have his assistant send me the consent order for $7,500 and he hoped I would agree. So while he’d sent me the consent order, I didn’t read it… I just shot back an email saying we couldn’t agree to the $7,500 but that I’d agree to $8,500.
Cue the phone call.
It seems that, although he TOLD me the consent order would be for $7,500, he actually sent a consent order for $9,500. The full amount I wanted. But I didn’t know… BECAUSE I DIDN”T READ THE CONSENT ORDER.
I’ve never wanted to shoot myself in the face so much in my life. Ultimately, we agreed to do the consent order for $9,000 in light of the miscommunication… so I basically threw away $500.
I am not that kind of lawyer. I don’t make those kinds of mistakes.
But this week has been just that kind of week. I’m embarrassed and exhausted and can’t wait for it to be over. I’m overworked at work and at home. I need a break from both, a week to regain my sanity and my competency. Because I can’t keep making silly mistakes like the ones I’ve made this week.
Have you ever had these kind of weeks?
Tell me I’m not alone.