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Argh. 3 hours at a company holiday dinner. Wearing my heretofore unworn sexy red top (Joelle, it's old enough you'll remember it) and realizing to my horror that it appears transparent over my boobs in every. Single. Fucking. Picture.
About twenty pictures too late.
I look like a skank in all those photos.
I'm exhausted. It was nothing like I thought it would be --in terms of the food, atmosphere, people...I thought I'd actually get to meet some of the other lawyers, but not really. It was just awkward and I hate big groups of people and now I'm completely drained.
That's in addition to spending an hour --a fucking hour-- playing phone tag with one of the lawyers and a car service when the lawyer and car were a half a block apart from each other. And it wasn't even my lawyer; I work for the paralegals, for fucks' sake.
I am so ready for the year of the pig to be over and done with. I've gotten through it mostly unscathed, but time will tell since it won't end until Feb. 7.
About twenty pictures too late.
I look like a skank in all those photos.
I'm exhausted. It was nothing like I thought it would be --in terms of the food, atmosphere, people...I thought I'd actually get to meet some of the other lawyers, but not really. It was just awkward and I hate big groups of people and now I'm completely drained.
That's in addition to spending an hour --a fucking hour-- playing phone tag with one of the lawyers and a car service when the lawyer and car were a half a block apart from each other. And it wasn't even my lawyer; I work for the paralegals, for fucks' sake.
I am so ready for the year of the pig to be over and done with. I've gotten through it mostly unscathed, but time will tell since it won't end until Feb. 7.