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Puh-leeze tell me this week is over
I've had better weeks.
As we know, the week began with the death of George Carlin. It didn't improve.
Monday night, I left the dogs inside for a moment while I did something in the yard. I was outside less than two minutes when I heard a ruckus, dropped everything (breaking some of it) and raced back in. My dog, CJ, had my mother's dog, Roxie, backed into the back of her crate and Roxie was screaming. I grabbed CJ by the loose skin on her back to drag her out and Roxie came out as well. Seems CJ had latched onto Roxie's left hind leg so tightly that I picked up both dogs with one hand. Holding 45 pounds of dogs off the ground with an arm that already has a damaged shoulder = not good. I had to punch CJ repeatedly with my right hand - the one with bad arthritis - to get her to let go of Roxie. CJ finally lets go of Roxie, Roxie goes back in the crate and CJ goes after her again. I dragged CJ into her crate, latched it, and left her there all night to contemplate her errors. Meanwhile, Roxie has three puncture wounds on her leg and belly, all bleeding, and a shiner. She can't put weight on the leg and spent the night crying in a corner and not letting anyone touch her. Between worrying about Roxie and my re-damaged shoulder, I didn't sleep much.
Next morning Roxie's leg is swollen to double size. I suggested to my mother that we take Roxie to the vet. Mom says no. There's no way my mother can pick Roxie up to take her there, so I kept asking her if she wanted to go to the vet and Mom kept saying no, so finally I gave up and went to work half an hour late. I'm there a whole half hour before Mom calls and says she changed her mind, let's take Roxie to the vet right now. So I turn around and go back home. The vet took 3 hours as we were an 'emergency'; they x-rayed her and cleaned up the holes and concluded that some antibiotics and painkillers would take care of it. (We could have done that at PetSmart.) I finally got back to work at 1. By then, both shoulders, my neck and my back are all killing me from carrying Roxie around. I didn't sleep again because my shoulders hurt so much.
Wednesday I get into work, tired and hurting, and find out the boss has decided he needs 'Defendants Exhibit' stickers for the civil trial that starts Monday, and he needs them now. One of the other attorneys asked the District Ct for some and was refused. So I'm sent off to Staples with a credit card and a FedEx mailing. Turns out Staples will do UPS but not FedEx, and they don't carry the stickers. So I head up to Towson to some shops where we used to get stickers when I worked for attorneys there. They're closed now. Both shops. I found a Fed Ex box, but I still don't have stickers. I went to the Towson District Ct, and after being searched and scanned and waiting in line, got to the Clerk's office. They don't keep them there either. There were a couple sheets lying around in an empty courtroom that the clerk gave me, but they weren't nearly enough for this case. An attorney there suggested a shop in Pikesville. I thanked them and headed off again. (I did manage to FINALLY get an Obama bumper sticker for my mother, his headquarters are across from the court but it's the first time I caught them open.) Back to the office. Molly calls the place in Pikesville and they have the stickers. She sends me out again to there, but the directions are iffy. Takes 3 passes to find the place and park. Finally, 3 hours and a lot of miles and meters later, we have the bleeping stickers. Now my shoulders are really killing me from the driving, and I don't sleep at all.
Thursday I go in to find a note on my desk that the boss wants the exhibits in black, top loading pressboard binders. I said yesterday that we don't have any and no one believed me. After I left they checked the supply closet and guess what, I was right. (Both boss and office manager are out until after July 4). So off I go back to Staples. I can't get into Staples because of a woman whose cell phone call was apparently so important she stood in the doorway and refused to move to let anyone in. When I finally get past the b----, I find exactly 1 binder in the store. We need 3. They check in the back, no more binders, and the computer is down so they can't check other stores. I drive to the Towson store - they don't have them either, but their computers are up. They check - the binders have been discontinued. There are 2 in White Marsh and otherwise, I pretty much have to go to Pennsylvania to get some. Drive off to White Marsh, get their last 2 binders, back to the office. Another 2 hour odyssey, now my knees and hips are also killing me. When I get back to the office, everyone descends on me - do this RIGHT NOW, do this RIGHT NOW, blah blah, without letting me get a drink or use the bathroom. Swell. Mostly it's stupid stuff too, the attorneys are apparently incapable of changing the toner in their printers or changing the line spacing in Word. Another night of not sleeping.
Friday I'm hurting so bad I can barely move my arms and my hands are excruciating. I'm not getting anything done at home and I'm pretty miserable. Today, I'm still hurting and I have to cook for a party tonight, then drive an hour to get to it. Yay.
Rant over.
Monday night, I left the dogs inside for a moment while I did something in the yard. I was outside less than two minutes when I heard a ruckus, dropped everything (breaking some of it) and raced back in. My dog, CJ, had my mother's dog, Roxie, backed into the back of her crate and Roxie was screaming. I grabbed CJ by the loose skin on her back to drag her out and Roxie came out as well. Seems CJ had latched onto Roxie's left hind leg so tightly that I picked up both dogs with one hand. Holding 45 pounds of dogs off the ground with an arm that already has a damaged shoulder = not good. I had to punch CJ repeatedly with my right hand - the one with bad arthritis - to get her to let go of Roxie. CJ finally lets go of Roxie, Roxie goes back in the crate and CJ goes after her again. I dragged CJ into her crate, latched it, and left her there all night to contemplate her errors. Meanwhile, Roxie has three puncture wounds on her leg and belly, all bleeding, and a shiner. She can't put weight on the leg and spent the night crying in a corner and not letting anyone touch her. Between worrying about Roxie and my re-damaged shoulder, I didn't sleep much.
Next morning Roxie's leg is swollen to double size. I suggested to my mother that we take Roxie to the vet. Mom says no. There's no way my mother can pick Roxie up to take her there, so I kept asking her if she wanted to go to the vet and Mom kept saying no, so finally I gave up and went to work half an hour late. I'm there a whole half hour before Mom calls and says she changed her mind, let's take Roxie to the vet right now. So I turn around and go back home. The vet took 3 hours as we were an 'emergency'; they x-rayed her and cleaned up the holes and concluded that some antibiotics and painkillers would take care of it. (We could have done that at PetSmart.) I finally got back to work at 1. By then, both shoulders, my neck and my back are all killing me from carrying Roxie around. I didn't sleep again because my shoulders hurt so much.
Wednesday I get into work, tired and hurting, and find out the boss has decided he needs 'Defendants Exhibit' stickers for the civil trial that starts Monday, and he needs them now. One of the other attorneys asked the District Ct for some and was refused. So I'm sent off to Staples with a credit card and a FedEx mailing. Turns out Staples will do UPS but not FedEx, and they don't carry the stickers. So I head up to Towson to some shops where we used to get stickers when I worked for attorneys there. They're closed now. Both shops. I found a Fed Ex box, but I still don't have stickers. I went to the Towson District Ct, and after being searched and scanned and waiting in line, got to the Clerk's office. They don't keep them there either. There were a couple sheets lying around in an empty courtroom that the clerk gave me, but they weren't nearly enough for this case. An attorney there suggested a shop in Pikesville. I thanked them and headed off again. (I did manage to FINALLY get an Obama bumper sticker for my mother, his headquarters are across from the court but it's the first time I caught them open.) Back to the office. Molly calls the place in Pikesville and they have the stickers. She sends me out again to there, but the directions are iffy. Takes 3 passes to find the place and park. Finally, 3 hours and a lot of miles and meters later, we have the bleeping stickers. Now my shoulders are really killing me from the driving, and I don't sleep at all.
Thursday I go in to find a note on my desk that the boss wants the exhibits in black, top loading pressboard binders. I said yesterday that we don't have any and no one believed me. After I left they checked the supply closet and guess what, I was right. (Both boss and office manager are out until after July 4). So off I go back to Staples. I can't get into Staples because of a woman whose cell phone call was apparently so important she stood in the doorway and refused to move to let anyone in. When I finally get past the b----, I find exactly 1 binder in the store. We need 3. They check in the back, no more binders, and the computer is down so they can't check other stores. I drive to the Towson store - they don't have them either, but their computers are up. They check - the binders have been discontinued. There are 2 in White Marsh and otherwise, I pretty much have to go to Pennsylvania to get some. Drive off to White Marsh, get their last 2 binders, back to the office. Another 2 hour odyssey, now my knees and hips are also killing me. When I get back to the office, everyone descends on me - do this RIGHT NOW, do this RIGHT NOW, blah blah, without letting me get a drink or use the bathroom. Swell. Mostly it's stupid stuff too, the attorneys are apparently incapable of changing the toner in their printers or changing the line spacing in Word. Another night of not sleeping.
Friday I'm hurting so bad I can barely move my arms and my hands are excruciating. I'm not getting anything done at home and I'm pretty miserable. Today, I'm still hurting and I have to cook for a party tonight, then drive an hour to get to it. Yay.
Rant over.
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