23 - 05.05.14 in Your Face

Twenty three days of work left.

Went to body attack class tonight, hated most of it. Glad I went, though. I was almost convinced to stay for pump class straight after, but wasn't sure how I'd go, my legs were almost jelly already. Perhaps next week I will be game.

I am enjoying the cold weather, except for all the people who act like they're dying because the temperature dips a little. 'Tis the season, assholes, don't act like you're surprised. Everyone in the office whinges about how cold it apparently is (which I dispute - it's cold if you sit on your ass for 8 hours and don't move an inch, it's not cold if you actually get up to collect your printing once or twice an hour). Some sneaky fucker adjusted the temperature out in the main area by 1 degree, so then after lunch everyone was whingeing about how it was too hot in there. Faaarrrrrk.

Another snarky comment from the solicitor I work for. She handed me a brief at 2:55pm, said she'd like it to be sent out in the document exchange (DX), which gets collected any time after 4:30pm. Sound easy? Nope. Try finding 55 enclosures, making two copies of each (while getting interrupted every few minutes by people who need to send faxes via the photocopier), hand tagging both copies (so, 110 enclosures), realising that no one has made binder covers or spines, so throwing those together as well. Meanwhile, she's fucking lucky I didn't have to run the banking as well, otherwise there was no chance in hell it was going to make it. Then, she thinks she is a saint because she actually wrote her own letter enclosing the brief, but obviously it was too hard to scan the letter to my computer, even though she walked past the scanner to bring me the letter, so I could email the letter and word documents to the barrister. So I lightly grumble about it, and tell her she's damn lucky I am a whiz at this sort of thing, and she makes a comment about how she doesn't want to hear me complaining. Ok, that's fair enough, no one wants to hear complaining. But seriously? Why the FUCK do you hand me a task like that so late in the day, and openly tell me that you're only giving it to me because the other secretary in our department doesn't know her ass from her elbow? Forget all the other shit I was meant to do this afternoon, because I had to drop every last thing so I could get this brief done for her. But no, I had better not complain about it, not even in a light hearted way!

Fuck THAT.

Twenty three fucking days, guys. And I realise there are people like this, and worse, everywhere, but when I am this close to the finishing line, and so fed up with being taken advantage of while others coast through their days, my temper is pretty fragile.

Other than that, my husband is an asshole. I am really hating on everything about him this week. He posted some photos on Google+ about a meal he and his friends cooked. WHAT A JERK. He posted a news article on Twitter. WHAT A FUCKING DICK HOLE.

In other, nicer news: my friend had her baby this morning. Violet Ruth. That's really exciting news. I will go and visit on Thursday after work.