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November 21, 2004
fuck
tomorrow is going to suck.
tomorrow, i am:
1. closing one thing
2. being on a conference call about another thing i know nothing about
3. supervising one first year on some research assignment she understands better than i do
4. trying not to let on that above first year knows more than me
5. supervising another first year with some delaware filings
6. supervising a paralegal on a bunch of UCCs
7. trying to get my client to respond on a tiny thing it will take two minutes to address but that she STILL hasn't responded to
8. MAURITIUS! yes, still not over, and very much active
9. looking through a bunch of llc agreements on some busy work assignment some partner gave me
10. keeping 5 partners happy
fuck.
and i'm supposed to go home for thanksgiving wednesday morning. is this going to happen?
on an unrelated note, what the HELL happen to michael's sister/the woman from ally mcbeal on Arrested Development? Did she get plastic surgery? Because she looks...different.
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ohhhhhhhhhhhh
yesterday i got called into work for no apparent reason. for those of you who don't live in nyc, the MTA fucks with the subway every weekend. this weekend, my normal train was being hoyted (hoyt, v. hoyted, hoyting, hoytes: the process by which one's train from brooklyn to manhattan is mysteriously rerouted to the hoyt-schemerhorn stop, a stop your train never makes on its regular route and schedule.) which involves me going to my normal subway stop, going one stop to hoyt-schermerhorn, getting off the train, waiting in a line of 8 billion people (half of whom have no idea what the fuck is going on and are very concerned, disoriented, and in my goddamn way) to walk up the stairs, cross over to the other side, and wait in line to walk back down the stairs to the opposite platform to then got on a train to manhattan.
so once i'm finally on the train to the borough that never sleeps (it's not the whole city, it's just the coked-up morons in manhattan who don't sleep.) i of course end up sitting next to the 3 most giggly park slope girls ever born. girls = my age; park slope = a nice part of brooklyn full of yuppies and lesbians; giggly = annoying. one of them is talking about how she is picking out her wedding dress. the other two, who are sitting on either side of her, periodically let out little yips of glee: "yeahhhhhhh!" and "yee!"
i am not happy, of course, because 1) it's saturday and i'm going to work; 2) i am going to work for no motherfucking reason; 3) i've been hoyted; 4) it's raining; 5) i missed going to the gym and i NEED TO GO TO THE GYM I LIKE THE GYM and 6) what the fuck is sitting next to me?
but wait, what's this? a pause in the giggling and exclamations of glee and something that i can only describe as cooing. unfortunately, they're not done, this is merely a pregnant pause.
i'm getting married yay!: "guys?"
groupies: "yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh?!?!"
i'm getting married yay!: "guys...i have something important to ask you both."
groupies: "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss!?!?!?"
i'm getting married yay!: "guys, will you be my bridesma--"
groupies: "YAAAAAAAY! OHHHHHH! EEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEE! OOOOOOOOOOH!"
at this point i let out an audible groan. i didn't mean to, it just came out. i meant to keep my pain to myself.
all three stopped and looked at me. i doubled at the waist a little and rubbed my stomach, as if in pain (which, by this time i was).
we continued on in blissful silence, riding in the belly of the beast up sixth avenue to their date with wedding dress fittings and my appointment with the hell that is my job.
and you know what? i have to say i'd rather be at work than picking out wedding dresses.*
and no, i don't like anyone. not even you.
* note: for the sake of completeness, i'd rather be smoking a bowl on the futon watching Discovery Channel in HD than at work. i just want it to be perfectly clear to you that i have my priorities straight.
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my car was "relocated"
I went to move my car today because I saw some spots near my apartment. C. had to work, so I set out alone to the spot where C. said she parked it, only it wasn't there. I then got very angry and stomped around the neighborhood looking for it and called her and yelled at her for not remembering correctly exactly where she parked it. Then I figured it got towed, because that would be my luck, having to pay $3k to get a $2k car out of impound.
I desparately hoped it was just stolen, which, although somewhat of a hassle having to file police reports and what not, at least meant it would be out of my hands, stripped somewhere in queens (my poor baby!)
C. called 311. The NYPD had "relocated" my car.
"Why?"
"Dunno" said the NYPD woman.
Now, I don't know about you, but when I hear "relocate" I think about what the Nazis did to the Jews.
My car had been "relocated" to Prospect between Jay and Bridge, marginally in DUMBO. It appears from mapquest to be located directly under the BQE (an expressway).
I am waiting for C. to get back from work so she can share in the joy of trying to find my "relocated" car in a neighborhood I know nothing about under the expressway.
Serial killers, homeless people, crackpipes, hyopdermic needs and my car. Fun.
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November 15, 2004
chicago pictures
these are from awhile back (labor day weekend, to be precise). i'm slow.
TWO WORDS: FAT BABY
Spitting babies [Ed. note: C. named this one, sorry]:
THREE WORDS: MORE FAT BABY
CANKLES!
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November 09, 2004
entry
I haven't written in awhile, I apologize. Since I've now received a voicemail requesting a post (thanks G) I guess I should oblige.
First, the good news: I've bought a 37-inch plasma television. You really haven't lived until you've seen that awful movie "The Cat in the Hat" in its high definition, wide-screen glory (some alcohol helps). Holy shit guys you have to come visit just to see the TV. I love this thing so much I'm actually worried about how it will fare in a move to chicago. A move that isn't even scheduled yet.
Now the bad news: i fucking hate my job. I work too much. i can't breathe. If there is a hate disease, I've developed it. And I'm so demoralized I can't even motivate myself to work on my own resume (much less I's resume, which i was supposed to be working on.) i am in a rut. a rut of hate! :) agh.
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