the post in which I complain about nothing important

You know those days? The ones where you want to crawl into bed with the puppies and not come out?* Yup, one of those.

Last night I didn't leave work until 10:30pm or so, and I came outside to a torrential downpour, complete with thunder and lightning. Also featuring "NO CABS ANYWHERE IN THE VICINITY." I stood there, without an umbrella, and waited. And waited. And waited. 10 minutes later another associate and a partner stroll out with umbrellas and I huddle with them to stop the drenching. Finally a cab pulled up and the associate suggested we share one so we all hopped in. Unfortunately, since I am the only one who lives in the suburbs, I am also the last to be dropped off. We drove the partner to his car in a parking lot a few blocks away, then drop the associate off in the South End (not close) and then drive to my little town (also not close). The cab driver, apparently on his first ride EVER, drove 25 miles per hour the whole way to my house. I didn't get there until 11:30.

It was also a cool 90 degrees inside my house, at about 479% humidity, courtesy of the torrential downpour. I try to fall asleep. It isn't working. The dogs are restless too. My little bit of sleep is punctuated by nightmares of people breaking into my house and coming into my bedroom. I literally sat up in bed screaming in my sleep, something I have never done before, and scared the shit out of the dogs.

At 7:07 am, the neighbors begin construction next door on their brick steps, including jackhammers and saws.

At 8:02 am, I can't find the car keys.

At 8:26 am, I still can't find the car keys.

At 8:36 am, its too late to take the subway, I HAVE TO FIND THE CAR KEYS.

At 8:41 am, I find the car keys and run out the door.

I stroll into work at 9:32 am, half asleep and desperate for coffee.

From 9:33 am to now, the phone rings nonstop and I am handed assignment after assignment. And then another assignment.

I asked for notebooks from the supply room and was told that attorneys need to "conform their practices to the supplies at hand." So that means I can't have a notebook?

I have a run in my pantyhose. I spilled salsa down the front of my shirt. I have to pee like a, well, like a racehorse, but I have been holding it because I am on call after call.

My hair looks like ass because it was rained on last night and I refused to wash it this morning, because damnit, I need sleep.

I have a huge pimple on my cheek.

And to top it all off, I brought my digital camera to work so that I could share pretty pictures of all my gardening with all of you, and I FORGOT THE CORD TO CONNECT TO THE COMPUTER!!! Oh, the tragedy of it all.

And it is only 2:24pm.


*puppies optional.