I have just reached the end of an intense legal-writing marathon. I have been drafting memorandum after memorandum after memorandum, and you know what? I'm spent.
For some damn reason, all of my office's litigation files lined up so that they entered the memorandum-heavy phase all at the SAME TIME. You'd think they were a bunch of pheromone-ridden college freshman girls or something.
My last reply memorandum is due today, and after getting up at 4 a.m. to complete it, I finally made the last revisions, and it's on the fax, being served on opposing counsel (who (digression!) made some of the dumbest arguments I've ever seen ... apparently the guy is a surveyor who also went to law school, and the law gig is only his secondary job ... judging from his ludicrous arguments and use of the word "relyed", this is quite clear ... my advice for him? keep your day job, sport) as I type.
So, in addition to the stress and the deadlines and the occasional court appearance tossed in for fun and the fretting about whether to use that or which, I've been experiencing some psychosomatic bullshit, too. My face? Pizza-like. Seriously, what the fuck, I'm 32, I've had great, clear skin for my entire life, and NOW I get skin issues? Fuck you hormones or whatever's causing it! (Wait ... could it be the truckloads of chocolate I've been consuming? If so, fuck you, too, chocolate! You should be there for me in my time of need.) My body? Let's just say not in the best shape. Unless you think "round and kind of lumpy" is the best shape. And my skin? I got a stress boil. I kid you not, a STRESS BOIL. Disgustifugging yucky. But bless my doctor's heart for trying to convince me that such things are normal.
But, ahhhhh, I'm done. It's Christmas party time, and I have only small shit to do until after New Years.
I can feel the tension letting go, like it's draining from the outside corners of my eyes. Maybe I should take some time for myself, close my office door and do some shavasana, just to complete the effect.
Or maybe I'll do what I always do and surf celebrity gossip. Yup, that's the ticket. That and a martini at lunch.
Have great pre-holiday weekends!
3 comments:
i feel your pain! especially the part about the chocolate and the lumpy body. ugh. winter kills me, and we've had a lot of stress round here too.
i decided eff it, i'm letting it go until after the holidays. cliche? yes. but necessary for my sanity.
p.s. i vote you take some "me" time!
I'll have a martini lunch with you - off to the Wave! Party like it's 1999!
wtf is a stress boil?
i didn't notice any zits last weekend? hopefully they are gone by now...
congrats on finishing the legal-writing marathon. sounds exhausting.
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