2 Mommies and 2 Boys

Since this is my first TWW for me, I am definitely having some different issues than the first time around with the wife.

First of all, I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to harp on every single feeling that was “different.” And, yet, here I am.

What I really think is bothering me is the damn pre-natals. I think my tummy has been doing weird things, not nausea, but bloating or something. For some weird reason, I feel like I’ve put on 10 pounds this week. I blame the damn pre-natals.

Work has been going into another cycle of craziness. I consider myself to be pretty together and the last two days have been rough.

I think I hit some kind of wall last night when a senior partner was giving me a hard time for dropping the ball (I was supposed to be checking her golden boy associate’s email while he was on vacation surfing in Costa Rica). I totally dropped the ball, admittedly. But am still frustrated that it should be my job anyway.

At the time of her tirade, I was in the conference room with 144 maps (I’m not exaggerating – there were 12 sets of 12 different maps), and trying to figure out which maps and easements went with the 13 different municipal agreements and contractor documents for a town board meeting.

And this project is only one of 6 that need to be done by Friday. Friday was the day I was planning on taking off to hang with Shmoo and the wife to prepare to seeing Elmo on Friday night. And dammit, I was going to take Friday off because I let 16 vacation days go out the window in 2008 and I’m not going to let this job get the best of me in 2009.

I apologized profusely and just shrugged that I was completely overwhelmed and the email thing should not have fallen through the cracks. She just glared at me, that’s when I almost cried. almost.

I don’t cry. Not at work. No one can make me cry except for the wife or my mother (okay, or a feel good Hallmark commercial).

She saw it coming and told me that I really should go home. I’d been there for 12 hours, I wasn’t going to get anything productive done, I should just go home and come back the next day with a clear head.

sigh.

So I went home and worked from home for another hour with little or no brain power. I’m tired, I’m cranky and I know I’m lucky to even have a job. (which is one of the reasons that they think we shouldn’t complain).

Totally off subject, but one of the reasons many of my comrades at work are so frustrated (along with various other reasons) is that we were told that due to the economy, none of us would be getting cost of living increases in January.

I understand. We can totally accept the tough economic times.

However… since that statement from the powers that be, the firm has thrown a huge 2 day off-broadway event for clients (existing clients, not potential clients) that probably cost $30-$50k (just a guess).

And yesterday, the accounting troll (sorry, the gloves are off today) came into my office chiding me about the 16 file boxes, redwells and stacks of crap that are on my floor that will need to be moved. (where the fuck to? that’s my problem).
Apparently, they are recarpeting and repainting the entire office. (The term “putting lipstick on a troll” comes to mind). So, there is money. There is plenty of money to spend, but not on us. Whatever.

Ok. Done with the rant. For now. I’m just praying today is a better day. Not sure how much of this I can take before I start going postal. I’m pretty sure I will be having a sit down with my overseeing partner today because a client was unhappy with our representation on a clusterfuck of a matter. Since I was the last of 4 lawyers to touch the albatross, I will take the heat. (It’s such a long story, but I’ll just take it up the butt like a champ).

I’m lucky to have a job. I’m lucky to have a job. I just hope I still have a job after this week…