311 in Book Four: Ichi-no-Tani 2017

My favorite band. I’ve bought tickets to two of their concerts… attended one. Funny story about that. It was back when I was a telemarketer… I sold batteries over the phone. Batteries. Like… randomly call a home or business… “Where do you purchase your batteries? Is that so? Wouldn’t you like to get a better price on all those batteries you go through? We can help! Let me know what your battery needs are and BLANKITY Battery company can be your direct battery supplier!” EYE ROLL. Sitting at a desk; randomly calling people… about batteries was not a good use of my Bachelor’s Degree. I quickly grew to hate it. The sales part was stupid as hell and the technology part (that they spent 6 weeks training people in) was simple (I picked it up in 3 weeks). The job was, in every way, designed to be done by someone fresh out of High School. I hated it. That hate (and the environment) led me to feel sick on frequent occasions. I would call in probably once every two weeks or so. Because I just couldn’t… deal with that. One such day I called in was the day of the 311 show. I really tried to drag my ass to work. My personal rule is/was/would be if I didn’t go to work, I couldn’t go to anything fun that day. But… try as I might… I just… couldn’t. So I missed work and missed the 311 show. A little aside about that job (as it seems particularly relevant): I couldn’t stand it. It was stifling and frustrating and degrading. So I continued to look for work somewhere that might be willing to hire a person with a Bachelor of Arts in Religious Studies. Nowhere was hiring someone with my, as many called it, useless degree. That is how I wound up working at Best Buy. I got out of Battery Telemarketing and I sold televisions (originally). So when I think about going back to Des Moines… now with a Bachelor of Arts in Religious Studies and a Juris Doctor Degree… that is why I feel a sense of dread and worry that I’ll be back in Retail. Especially considering how poorly the job hunt has been going from afar.

Today was a court day. I rolled in to work as late as I possibly could; grabbed my folders and headed off to court. I stayed at the court room all morning despite being done by 10. And I felt good. I felt good! So… maybe part of my issue is my office. My office is… drab. And no, I don’t think “hanging a few posters” will make all the difference. I think I am stuck in a storage room with no window and no versatility of space. It looks like this:

I have been just SHIT at sticking to plans of late. Just absolute shit really. But considering my morning went well… that my morning actually didn’t bog me down in an endless circle of apathy and despair… I think, at least, I may actually have a chance at doing passably well. I hope. Maybe.

With that in mind… what I hope to do with the next 9 hours of my life:
NOON: Return/Fix E-Mail Issues and Sign Paperwork Requests
ONE: Return phone call with Private Attorney; iron out issues if crop up
One 30: Phone Probation Control Employee; determine Probation Violation Issues on Defendant D
TWO: Return e-mail and advance Defendant D’s case
Two 30: Request Criminal History of Juvenile Delinquent file
THREE: Phone Deputy R and schedule meeting for thorough discovery conversation
Three 30: Copy CDs for interview of Defendant C
FOUR: E-mail Defendant C’s lawyer; inform of CDs on their way
END OF WORK: If time left over; Defendant N’s paperwork
SIX: Exercise and Shower
SEVEN: Thank you letter to Cousin Katie
EIGHT: Thank you letter to Chinese Firm for interview

And of course, sprinkled throughout all of that… reading Prosebox, Facebook, and Cracked.