Exhaustion….

….thy name is Amy.  Today was my 8th straight day of work.  By the time Friday rolls around, I will have worked 12 days straight.  Thank God for the long holiday weekend coming up!

Why so much work, you ask?  Or maybe you didn’t…I’m still going to tell you.  A month ago I started a new job at a new law firm.  Yeah, the last one with the nervous nelly old man lasted two months and then I couldn’t take it another day.  It was like a three ring circus at that place, and that was on good days.  Drama, drama and more drama….I don’t have the time or the patience for that shit.  This new job I flat out love love love!  It feels just like the place I worked in Chicago for four years.  My boss is great, co-workers are nice, and it’s so busy that the days fly by.  Oh, and they’re paying me $6,500 a year more than the last job.  The only issue is that the girl who was in this position before me, and she was there for a year, didn’t believe in filing.  Now, that’s just not feasible at a law firm.  Things have to be filed, and quickly, or it piles up and piles up FAST.  And there’s all sorts of different sub-files….pleadings, discovery, correspondence, transcriptions, responsive pleadings….you get the picture.  So it’s fallen to me to whittle away at the paper beast.  That’s actually putting it mildly….it’s more like a paper nightmare….so much paper you could drown in it.  I made a good dent in it over the weekend, but there’s still a ways to go.  I decided to tackle the files I know Adam (boss man) is currently working on first and make sure they’re up to date, which I accomplished over the weekend, and the rest will get done little by little.  Hey, I’m only one person with two arms, and my name is NOT Wonder Woman.  Wouldn’t mind having her bod, though.

I was so tired today I barely remember driving to work this morning.  Scary.  And even though I took my happy pill today, I forgot to take it yesterday, and that combined with very little sleep last night made for a very cranky Amy.  So in my not properly medicated and exhausted state, what do I do?  Why, pick a fight with my husband, of course!  There were tears and all sorts of "you don’t love me" and "you don’t make me feel important" and other brilliant statements made.  And my ever-patient husband just kept telling me he loved me and asking what he could do to show me how much he loved me.  A stands for asshole….exactly what I felt like.  Of course right after my teenage girl act the happy pill kicked in, the tears stopped, and all was right with the world.  Seriously, it was like someone flipped a ligh switch.  I apologized and gave him several kisses and hugs when I got home.  Poor guy……it’s gotta be tough being married to someone mentally unbalanced.  At least I give him something to talk to the boys about at work, right?

We’re going camping this weekend in Grand Haven with Erik and Jen.  You remember Jen, right?  My control freak friend who ruined our San Francisco trip?  Don’t worry, that won’t be happening this weekend.  First, our husbands will be there, and second, I am pretty positive she’ll never pull that crap with me again.  But like I said in my entry about our trip, I’ll never solo trip with her ever again.  But the four of us together is cool…..my husband and her hubby are hilarious when they get together!  They both have a wicked sense of humor and they play off each other perfectly.  I’m going to do whatever the hell I feel like doing this weekend.  If I wanna sleep all day, that’s what I’m gonna do.  I’m going to relax and have fun and not even thinking about work or the paper monster waiting for me there.

Speaking of asshole, I also picked a big ol’ fight with my best friend a couple of weeks ago.  I’m tellin’ ya, I’m on a roll.  Now all I need to do is call up my grandmother and cuss her out and we’ll have a trifecta.  Some of the things I said needed to be said, but yeah, I could’ve handled it better.  It was like I got diarrhea of the mouth (or should I say brain and fingers, because it was all typed) and there was no stopping me.  I am not a malicious person….I never have been!  Well, I don’t think I am.  My husband and best friend might disagree with that statement now.  Luckily she (the bff) pretty much took it all in stride and when I finally calmed down and the emotional diarrhea stopped, we were able to kiss and make up with minimal battle wounds.  I need prayer.

Anyway, not much else going on.  Oh, I do have to give a shout-out to my OD friend mayonessa……girl, thank you making me laugh with your witty and unique way of writing.  I’m waiting for another entry! 🙂

Be well, OD friends, and I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful holiday weekend!