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how random can i be? this random
Sep. 7th, 2002 12:18 amToday I found myself taking pride in my little cubicle because! You could see the floor! ALL of the floor! I felt like all of the attorneys and other support personnel should have come over and admired my handiwork and then given me rewards, in cash or candy form. Sadly, all I got was another dictation tape. No appreciation! None! They should be building SHRINES in my honor for, well, being a mediocre to poor temp! Don't you think? I mean sure, that filing had piled up for over a week and is supposed to be done every two days, but still! I did it!
I think today I sent an original when I was supposed to send a copy and, also, that I might have sent a letter out without an enclosure. Oh well. Am hoping it will all work out. Also! Major crisis at work today! Which I will write up in script form because it is easier for me and, really, it is All About Me.
[phone rings]
Me: Good morning, this is Jessica, can I help you?
Random Woman: Yes, this is Joanne from Judge Pissy's office? Mr. Boss was supposed to be at a hearing this morning but he left before it started and, quite frankly, Judge Pissy is very upset. He says that the hearing cannot go on without Mr. Boss and that he's inclined to dismiss the case.
Me: But, um, Mr. Boss is in Random City Downstate!
Joanne: Yes, I know. Does he have a cell phone where he can be reached?
Me: I'll try.
And then there was an hour or so of sheer hell where I got call after call from Judge Pissy's peeps and Mr. Boss's client, but, of course, no call from Mr. Boss. Mr. Boss's client, Bob Frantic, was just losing it, kept saying things to me like, "I'm in dire straits, I just don't know what to do" and I was afraid he was going to start crying to me on the phone and oh! It was just so stressful!! Finally another lawyer in the office helped me track down where Mr. Boss was exactly, and called the clerk there to have him call me the second he walked into the conference. He did, thank God, and in a ninety second phone call he got the whole dealio adjourned a week. For a while there it was awful, though, waiting to hear from him, afraid this poor guy's case would be dismissed and there was nothing I could do about it.
Oh well. It got fixed. My mother says I have to stop stressing because Mr. Boss doesn't stress, does he? And then I retort with, well, nothing, because she's right. I shouldn't stress. I have no reason to complain! It is my choice to freak out! Ignore me.
So A&E has started airing Third Watch and man, I do enjoy that show. It doesn't get much recognition or, for that matter, ackowledgement of its existence, it seems, but there's something about how some of the actors do look like normal cops and paramedics and firemen, and act like normal people, and complain about whether it's worth it to do what they do for low pay and bad benefits. It's just, like, actual people! Being paramedics and firemen and cops and doing it for noble reasons or for the rush or for whatever reason. And maybe it gets soapier as it goes on, but I'm just going to state right now, for the record: I enjoy Third Watch.
Now that was pointless, wasn't it?
I continue to watch Port Charles when I can. I also continue to desperately wish for Alison and Jamal to get back together because dude, they are so mfeo. Why do they not realize this? Rafe can return to the clouds from whence he came because, really, care factor zero. Also? There is no also. I lost my train of thought.
In other news: I went out recently to see The Good Girl with my grandmother. Which was an experience, to say the least, if only because of the graphic sex scenes. Graphic sex scenes are always fun to watch while sitting with your grandmother. Oh well. I thought it was a pretty great movie altogether, though the Nana didn't seem as big a fan. Jennifer Aniston was good and I thought her character was really interesting. It was a better movie than I thought it would be and I had pretty high expectations to start out with. Want to say more about it but it's late, I'm tired, and I don't want to give anything away for those who want to see it, so just pretend I said something really insightful about it in this paragraph here and that'll do.
And that is all for now.
I think today I sent an original when I was supposed to send a copy and, also, that I might have sent a letter out without an enclosure. Oh well. Am hoping it will all work out. Also! Major crisis at work today! Which I will write up in script form because it is easier for me and, really, it is All About Me.
[phone rings]
Me: Good morning, this is Jessica, can I help you?
Random Woman: Yes, this is Joanne from Judge Pissy's office? Mr. Boss was supposed to be at a hearing this morning but he left before it started and, quite frankly, Judge Pissy is very upset. He says that the hearing cannot go on without Mr. Boss and that he's inclined to dismiss the case.
Me: But, um, Mr. Boss is in Random City Downstate!
Joanne: Yes, I know. Does he have a cell phone where he can be reached?
Me: I'll try.
And then there was an hour or so of sheer hell where I got call after call from Judge Pissy's peeps and Mr. Boss's client, but, of course, no call from Mr. Boss. Mr. Boss's client, Bob Frantic, was just losing it, kept saying things to me like, "I'm in dire straits, I just don't know what to do" and I was afraid he was going to start crying to me on the phone and oh! It was just so stressful!! Finally another lawyer in the office helped me track down where Mr. Boss was exactly, and called the clerk there to have him call me the second he walked into the conference. He did, thank God, and in a ninety second phone call he got the whole dealio adjourned a week. For a while there it was awful, though, waiting to hear from him, afraid this poor guy's case would be dismissed and there was nothing I could do about it.
Oh well. It got fixed. My mother says I have to stop stressing because Mr. Boss doesn't stress, does he? And then I retort with, well, nothing, because she's right. I shouldn't stress. I have no reason to complain! It is my choice to freak out! Ignore me.
So A&E has started airing Third Watch and man, I do enjoy that show. It doesn't get much recognition or, for that matter, ackowledgement of its existence, it seems, but there's something about how some of the actors do look like normal cops and paramedics and firemen, and act like normal people, and complain about whether it's worth it to do what they do for low pay and bad benefits. It's just, like, actual people! Being paramedics and firemen and cops and doing it for noble reasons or for the rush or for whatever reason. And maybe it gets soapier as it goes on, but I'm just going to state right now, for the record: I enjoy Third Watch.
Now that was pointless, wasn't it?
I continue to watch Port Charles when I can. I also continue to desperately wish for Alison and Jamal to get back together because dude, they are so mfeo. Why do they not realize this? Rafe can return to the clouds from whence he came because, really, care factor zero. Also? There is no also. I lost my train of thought.
In other news: I went out recently to see The Good Girl with my grandmother. Which was an experience, to say the least, if only because of the graphic sex scenes. Graphic sex scenes are always fun to watch while sitting with your grandmother. Oh well. I thought it was a pretty great movie altogether, though the Nana didn't seem as big a fan. Jennifer Aniston was good and I thought her character was really interesting. It was a better movie than I thought it would be and I had pretty high expectations to start out with. Want to say more about it but it's late, I'm tired, and I don't want to give anything away for those who want to see it, so just pretend I said something really insightful about it in this paragraph here and that'll do.
And that is all for now.
