I synthesized and composed everything in just 30 minutes and handed over the goods to my assistant to prepare for service. I will not go into details, but the process angered me.
All the while, I could only think of all the other things that were due later this week. Most importantly, my first evidentiary hearing was coming up on Thursday. It's my industry's quasi-equivalent of a trial, and it was all mine. I still had three witnesses to prep. Argh.
Then I looked at my calendar more carefully and had my second oh-shit moment in the past few weeks.
It turns out I was double-booked for Thursday. I had a very very very important meeting with all the bigwigs during my hearing.
I don't even know how that happened. Well, that's not exactly true. I do have some thoughts, but these, too, anger me, and I will again avoid going into details. Regardless, I had to take responsibility for the mix-up and figure out some way to fix this somehow, short of cloning myself.
I went to visit Bax. She's been sick as a dog for, like, ever. I was happy to see that she was much better today. Yay! I told her my woes, and she assured me I'd devise some sort of solution. I always do. I'm crafty like that.
We decided it was worth a shot to ask the administrative law judge for a continuance, even at this late date, so I planned to do that tomorrow morning during our scheduled conference call.
After being comforted by my friend that things would likely be ok somehow, I headed back to my office, where I spied the following e-mail from the ALJ in my inbox:
No fucking way!
Ms. Monkey and Mr. Complainant: I have just been notified by our downtown LA office that large public demonstrations are expected on May 1 in downtown. Please see the link below. I suggest that we discuss the possibility of rescheduling the hearing during our call tomorrow. Thank you.
I forwarded the beautiful e-mail to Bax, and we had this interchange:
Bax: Wow -- talk about a deus ex machina moment. You are clearly one of God's favorites. Seriously, that's almost weird, especially given you just talked about wanting that exactly five minutes ago in my office. Hey, you just proved the Secret! One of my friends truly believes that certain people have a stronger power to make things happen that they want for some reason. Congrats!!!
I am a lucky Monkey. And I love my friend because she says things like "deus ex machina moment."Monkey: It's creepily awesome! ;)
that's Matrix-like bullet dodging! Sweet!ReplyDelete
i love when things iron themselves out like that. GL with the rest of the week!ReplyDelete
That's an awesome ending to your story :)ReplyDelete
Clearly one of the chosen ones, you are, Monkey.ReplyDelete
I too was quite impressed you had a friend who could work deus ex machina into daily conversation. Nice!ReplyDelete
Wow!! That is so awesome. By the way, I know where I know you from now! OC Nestie Runners! :)ReplyDelete
Isn't it nice when something good happens!!! Hey, I'm coming out of lurking too. I love your blog but I'm really bad at commenting on blogs in general. It's nbbride by the way.ReplyDelete
I KNEW you were a powerful monkey. Now secret us a book deal ;)ReplyDelete
not sure what deus ex machina means,
That is great news! Way to channel a little Ferris Bueller.ReplyDelete
Glad to hear everything worked out. I know that things on the criminal side have a way of shifting around last minute; I wasn't sure if things were the same on the civil/admin. side.ReplyDelete
beyond awesome :)ReplyDelete
Oh! How wonderful! When I was a kid I prayed that my PE teacher would get sick because she was just so awful, and next day, swear to god, woman was out sick.ReplyDelete
It's nice having power.
::cue twilight music::ReplyDelete
you are very lucky, indeed!
ha! that was a close one.. something like that would only happen on Suddenly Susan (one of the best sitcoms ever)ReplyDelete
i love both of the movie references used in these comments :)ReplyDelete
I always knew you had mystical, other-worldly powers :)ReplyDelete
Bax must have a degree in English. Must.ReplyDelete
My conversations at work consist of musings on why the Chief doesn't wear undershirts under his white button downs. This is why I am a staffer, and you are an attorney.ReplyDelete
If you would please wish really hard for me to lose about 15 pounds, I'd truly appreciate it. Besos.ReplyDelete
I'd be hyperventilating. And then crying. And then my assistant would find me under my desk rocking and shaking because I was putting myself farther behind.ReplyDelete
I could so use some of your Secret. That is so awesome! And you didn't have to genuflect, beg, or kiss any ass to make it happen. You are a chosen one, aren't you?ReplyDelete