I started the day a little earlier than usual for a meeting. During that meeting, I was asked a question, and I had no idea how to respond. I actually had to leave the room for a minute to ask the Shark for the answer. I came back with the information, red-faced.
It was a full day, very busy. I have a lot of things due this week, and I'm a little frazzled. This is not a high-stress job by any means, but I'm definitely on edge because I have a lot on my plate, and I'm still learning about my industry. There are lots of things that simply aren't typical to the litigation to which I've grown so accustomed.
The Shark is leaving soon for a month-long vacation, and he is divvying up a few matters between me and Chewbacca. This is a bit of added workload. I'm not quite sure how Whipping Boy escaped similar duties, but I guess I should take this as a vote of confidence in my abilities. After all, I will get to mingle with some bigwigs in the process and get my name out there. It's really a good opportunity for me, but just thinking about it today made me a little apprehensive.
There is so much to do. Feeling very overwhelmed. Slightly drowning even.
I actually stayed "late" tonight. "Late" is in quotation marks because I'm now a normal schlub who pretty much works 9 to 5 most days. I left a little before 8 p.m. The revolving door to my parking lot locks at 8 p.m., so I made sure to exit before then in order to circumvent the secret CIA after-hours egress.
I hobbled down the stairs and trudged all the way to my faraway car. Yes, hobbled. My very very tall leopard Stuart Weitzmans were killing me. Curse you for being so cute, you stupid shoes! I kicked them off in the car and drove barefoot.
On my way home, lo and behold, I heard the new Weezer song! It's like something out there knew I really needed this. I actually let out a happy little squeal! The song is called "Pork and Beans," and it seems to hearken back to the simple goodness that was The Blue Album.
I came home to an empty condo, but I knew Mr. Monkey was playing softball tonight. He had called me before he left, gave me a much-needed pep talk, and said he would bring home tacos from Chano's for dinner. Mmm. Another spirit-lifter! Mr. Monkey is my favorite.
Another smile-generator tonight was the nicest e-mail from a blog lurker. Little did she know how much that little note meant to me after such a not-so-great day. Thank you, lurker!
I'm actually sort of teary now. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm usually tougher than this, but when Mr. Monkey started singing that stupid "You Had a Bad Day" song (with modified lyrics) to me to cheer me up, I totally lost it.
But in a good way.
He's a nice Monkey. Warm and cuddly. He hugs me and brings me Orange Bang.