Meet Me in St. Louis.

Guess what?  This entry?  It’s going to feature some nice bitching about work!  I’m sure you’re all just SHOCKED. 
I have a hearing next week in
St. Louis.  In and of itself, this is not a horrible thing.  Getting away from this increasingly weird-vibe shithole is somewhat appealing, but leaving at 7:30 Saturday morning for a hearing [...]

Celebrate VD!

It’s still a silly holiday.  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of going shopping last Friday, and finding a few things that I thought someone might like. (A sweater. And some pajama pants, because, despite his insistence to the contrary, he didn’t have any. Sweatpants, yes. Pajama pants, no. There is a difference.)
I was serious when [...]

Worth 1000 Words, and None of Them are about How I Hate My Job.

Since any entry I might feel compelled to write at present would likely be some combination of obscenities, “boss,” and “work” I decided to swipe a little blogthing from Pine Curtain and let ya’ll invent your own tirades about why Loopy hates her job this week. As a bonus for my lazy ass, [...]

When I Grow Up, I Want to Be Rich and Famous. Or Just Rich Would Do.

I hate everyone at work lately. All of them.
 
 
My supervising paralegal is being a complete bitch and treating me like I’m retarded. There’s no need for that. Some of the things that I have to do right now are things that, because we’d been slow and hadn’t received a bunch of new [...]