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greetings from the law offices of francis alberts. aka my favorite person in the world.
first he gave me the yankee tickets and then he gave me a job paying 10/hr off the books. st. francis of samantha is more like it.
so this is my third day and i have to say its a sweet ass job. i don't have to do too much, and compared to the ridic stress i used to get from that fucking piece of shit bookstore its a fucking VACATION.
unfortunately i'm only covering here for this week for the usual secretary. but i should be starting at my next job in the middle of next week. which will be at the nursing home with kelli, my neighbor from across the street. that job will be right up my ally too since i'll probably be doing activities with the residents. aka BINGO.
one thing thats interesting about working in a criminal law office is that you get to hear tons of people's stories. like ppl come in all day with "i stabbed this one bc he stole my chicken nugget" and "i'm 19 and i have 3 cases against me right now, and i robbed someone on saturday too..." it just makes the world seem a little bigger and scarier, and perhaps will make me a little less naive.
my personal favorite experience would have to be yesterday. i wasn't looking/feeling too hot since i got like maybe four hours of sleep the night before, and drank bc i'm an idiot, and this rastafarian dude was like lurking outside the office, i'm at the front desk and the door and wall is just like a giant window so he was looking in and walking by a few times. and he eventually opens the door and sticks his head in and smiles and i say hello and then he goes "i'll be back at 12 to take you to lunch". i was like wtf but totally amused. things like that make sitting at a desk for 8 hours bearable.
i'm reading the much acclaimed by 12-15 year old girls vampire series about "edward cullen" the subject of 1000 bumper stickers. and it's pretty fucking good. i wasn't expecting much bc it was so overdone, well on facebook, lol. but they are absolutely right. the books are amazing. i just hope i have the ability to not fall in love with a fictional character at the age of 19, 20 in 18 days. but considering my dismal love life, maybe an imaginary love affair wouldn't be too awful, especially considering what i've been doing to myself lately.
speaking of which, whoever named that feeling in your stomach when you like someone butterflies, was on fucking crack. i feel like there is a tiny ocean in my stomach and the moon's pull is fucking everything up. oh and i actually manage to get sick from it. also i can't help myself and my brain REFUSES to turn off at night. i forgot what that is like, and i wish i could forget again.
sorry if i'm being cryptic i just can't seem to figure this out on my own, so i'm writing more or less for my own benefit.
i need to get out of my house either tonight or tomorrow so i can manage to get my head around something else for sure. i guess edward cullen is providing a decent escape but i think a human being might be a better idea. i'm sure elizabeth is either rolling her eyes or agreeing out of fear for my past weirdness regarding love affairs with people who don't exist in my life.
i guess i'm done for now.
ps. the look on someone's face when the lawyers tell people it's going to cost $1,500 to 2,000 for them to take their case is a little bit heartbreaking.
first he gave me the yankee tickets and then he gave me a job paying 10/hr off the books. st. francis of samantha is more like it.
so this is my third day and i have to say its a sweet ass job. i don't have to do too much, and compared to the ridic stress i used to get from that fucking piece of shit bookstore its a fucking VACATION.
unfortunately i'm only covering here for this week for the usual secretary. but i should be starting at my next job in the middle of next week. which will be at the nursing home with kelli, my neighbor from across the street. that job will be right up my ally too since i'll probably be doing activities with the residents. aka BINGO.
one thing thats interesting about working in a criminal law office is that you get to hear tons of people's stories. like ppl come in all day with "i stabbed this one bc he stole my chicken nugget" and "i'm 19 and i have 3 cases against me right now, and i robbed someone on saturday too..." it just makes the world seem a little bigger and scarier, and perhaps will make me a little less naive.
my personal favorite experience would have to be yesterday. i wasn't looking/feeling too hot since i got like maybe four hours of sleep the night before, and drank bc i'm an idiot, and this rastafarian dude was like lurking outside the office, i'm at the front desk and the door and wall is just like a giant window so he was looking in and walking by a few times. and he eventually opens the door and sticks his head in and smiles and i say hello and then he goes "i'll be back at 12 to take you to lunch". i was like wtf but totally amused. things like that make sitting at a desk for 8 hours bearable.
i'm reading the much acclaimed by 12-15 year old girls vampire series about "edward cullen" the subject of 1000 bumper stickers. and it's pretty fucking good. i wasn't expecting much bc it was so overdone, well on facebook, lol. but they are absolutely right. the books are amazing. i just hope i have the ability to not fall in love with a fictional character at the age of 19, 20 in 18 days. but considering my dismal love life, maybe an imaginary love affair wouldn't be too awful, especially considering what i've been doing to myself lately.
speaking of which, whoever named that feeling in your stomach when you like someone butterflies, was on fucking crack. i feel like there is a tiny ocean in my stomach and the moon's pull is fucking everything up. oh and i actually manage to get sick from it. also i can't help myself and my brain REFUSES to turn off at night. i forgot what that is like, and i wish i could forget again.
sorry if i'm being cryptic i just can't seem to figure this out on my own, so i'm writing more or less for my own benefit.
i need to get out of my house either tonight or tomorrow so i can manage to get my head around something else for sure. i guess edward cullen is providing a decent escape but i think a human being might be a better idea. i'm sure elizabeth is either rolling her eyes or agreeing out of fear for my past weirdness regarding love affairs with people who don't exist in my life.
i guess i'm done for now.
ps. the look on someone's face when the lawyers tell people it's going to cost $1,500 to 2,000 for them to take their case is a little bit heartbreaking.