So, I've acquired my first expedited/rough ASCII/super super important case on Wednesday. It was a night depo, so I also got after hours fees. (In other words...a good paycheck.)
However, with that I have not been able to sleep for the last few days and have become somewhat delirious. But the job I had this morning was no hallucination.
I had asked the office to schedule me out Friday and Monday so I can get this job completed and to all the attorneys on time and looking good. But there was a scheduling mix-up and they asked if I could take a last minute depo this morning.
Okay...I jump in a suit and grab machine and out the door I go. It's in downtown so I had to park in those $500 a day garages...(okay, not that much, but whatever. lol) I get to the office building and walk in.
The floors are all white marble with a black marble trim. The security desk is even marble. They don't have lights. They have chandelliers. It's simply striking. I had to get a security escort up to the 9th floor where I get out of the elevators, walk down a short corridor to the receptionist. This firm is the ENTIRE floor!!!
She led me down the hall a little more to the conference room that had a really long cherrywood table that held 25 leather rocking chairs. At the very back of the room is a long breakfast bar, complete with muffins, smoothies, soda, water, coffee, and even CEREAL!!! Across the hall was a legal library of all hardback legal case files and literature. Rather impressive.
I'm beginning to wonder, seriously, if this is real or not. I tried a muffin and a smoothie...definitely real! This is so cool.
After all the last second delays and after getting set up, the two attorneys ended up agreeing to a settlement and they didn't need me anyway. LOL...oh well, I get the appearance fee, my muffin and my smoothie to head back home to edit more pages. I really love this job!!!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
"I'm Just Wondering What 6 p.m. Feels Like."
What a classic line. Tonight on a show I was watching, Tasha is sitting on the couch and says, "I'm just wonder what 6 p.m. feels like." Seriously...I've totally been saying that these two months in D.C.
For a little bit of background information, for those of you who don't know, I quit college to work in Corporate America with UPS. I worked with the highest CEO and CFO's at UPS Corporate in Arizona. I'm talking multi-gazillionaires. My last boss made 400 times what I made in one year. It made me crazy. I was making them look awesome, while they took month-long vacations in Fiji with their family and their family's friends. So I looked into another career. Ironically, it ended up being the career I had initially wanted to pursue out of high school. I had been working 60-80 hours a week and finally refused to go in to work on a Sunday, and sat down and watched TV for once. And this commercial came across for court reporting. I signed up for the school, and five long years later....LONG years later, I am now officially working as a reporter.
But I have to say, the quality of life is AMAZING! I work maybe 5 hours a week outside of my home and can take a job if I want to, or can call in to the office and schedule myself out for the day if I have appointments. And the money...they definitely repay you for all the heartbreak and depression you go through while in school. It's absolutely worth all the trouble.
So, I've found myself sitting around at say, 2 p.m. on a Tuesday, completely unsure of what to do with myself. What do people do at 2 p.m. on Tuesday? I'm not a real TV show or soap person, so I refuse to get addicted to any of that. I don't know anyone here, so I can't just go out and have a late lunch or coffee with someone. So tell me: What exactly do people do at 2 p.m. on Tuesday?
For a little bit of background information, for those of you who don't know, I quit college to work in Corporate America with UPS. I worked with the highest CEO and CFO's at UPS Corporate in Arizona. I'm talking multi-gazillionaires. My last boss made 400 times what I made in one year. It made me crazy. I was making them look awesome, while they took month-long vacations in Fiji with their family and their family's friends. So I looked into another career. Ironically, it ended up being the career I had initially wanted to pursue out of high school. I had been working 60-80 hours a week and finally refused to go in to work on a Sunday, and sat down and watched TV for once. And this commercial came across for court reporting. I signed up for the school, and five long years later....LONG years later, I am now officially working as a reporter.
But I have to say, the quality of life is AMAZING! I work maybe 5 hours a week outside of my home and can take a job if I want to, or can call in to the office and schedule myself out for the day if I have appointments. And the money...they definitely repay you for all the heartbreak and depression you go through while in school. It's absolutely worth all the trouble.
So, I've found myself sitting around at say, 2 p.m. on a Tuesday, completely unsure of what to do with myself. What do people do at 2 p.m. on Tuesday? I'm not a real TV show or soap person, so I refuse to get addicted to any of that. I don't know anyone here, so I can't just go out and have a late lunch or coffee with someone. So tell me: What exactly do people do at 2 p.m. on Tuesday?
Day From Hell
So, I haven't been able to sleep really since coming up here to DC. So, me being up until 4 a.m. floating around the Internet is not really unusual these days, especially if I don't have a job the next morning.
Well, I got called in to a last minute hearing today. Got the call at 10:15 saying that the hearing was supposed to be at 10:00 and the original reporter didn't show up, asked if I could take the job. SURE!!! But I sure am sleepy.
Don't gross out though....I didn't have time to take a shower. I know, I know, eww. But I had to get to Manassas which is an hour away very quickly. So, I threw on my pinstriped very sassy suit, grabbed my machine and flew out the door.
Well, apparently people in Virginia freak out when it rains, and there's hella traffic. It takes me an hour and a half to get there. So when I show up in the courtroom, the lawyer turns around to me and says, "We don't need you anymore." WHAT? Are you serious?
I was livid. I still get paid for an appearance fee, but just the way he talked to me was enough to get me all riled up. I'm not the reporter who skipped out on you @#$@#&*!#@! LOL.
Oh well. I go get back in my beemer and jump on the highway only to get hit by some flying shrapnel from an 18-wheeler. I had to pull over on the side of the highway (with the shoulder being like, I don't know, 1" wide) and check out what was dragging underneath my car. It was my undercarriage/bumper. Totally hanging off and ripped in half. I'm kicking the car and cursing in my fly suit. I'm not a happy camper. Thank God I had some duct tape in my trunk. (Back off me, I'm from Texas. My Daddy taught me well.) I duct taped my pretty little car up and went on my way.
It's now 2 p.m. and I am at home, venting on this blog. I made some fajitas, YUMMY, and am drinking a few glasses of Riesling out of a juice glass. How old am I?
(Sighs) Let's just hope the crap is over for the day. My old self is gonna get drunk by myself at 2 in the afternoon. Peace out!
(Addition at 9 p.m.)
And just when I thought that was enough, I fell out of my chair reaching for my phone, knocked over my machine, broke my paper tray, and now I have a nasty little gash on my forehead. Can someone please fast-foward the time? If I was remotely negative, I might have gone off the deep end, but for whatever reason, it makes me laugh. I mean, who falls out of their chair? REALLY?
Well, I got called in to a last minute hearing today. Got the call at 10:15 saying that the hearing was supposed to be at 10:00 and the original reporter didn't show up, asked if I could take the job. SURE!!! But I sure am sleepy.
Don't gross out though....I didn't have time to take a shower. I know, I know, eww. But I had to get to Manassas which is an hour away very quickly. So, I threw on my pinstriped very sassy suit, grabbed my machine and flew out the door.
Well, apparently people in Virginia freak out when it rains, and there's hella traffic. It takes me an hour and a half to get there. So when I show up in the courtroom, the lawyer turns around to me and says, "We don't need you anymore." WHAT? Are you serious?
I was livid. I still get paid for an appearance fee, but just the way he talked to me was enough to get me all riled up. I'm not the reporter who skipped out on you @#$@#&*!#@! LOL.
Oh well. I go get back in my beemer and jump on the highway only to get hit by some flying shrapnel from an 18-wheeler. I had to pull over on the side of the highway (with the shoulder being like, I don't know, 1" wide) and check out what was dragging underneath my car. It was my undercarriage/bumper. Totally hanging off and ripped in half. I'm kicking the car and cursing in my fly suit. I'm not a happy camper. Thank God I had some duct tape in my trunk. (Back off me, I'm from Texas. My Daddy taught me well.) I duct taped my pretty little car up and went on my way.
It's now 2 p.m. and I am at home, venting on this blog. I made some fajitas, YUMMY, and am drinking a few glasses of Riesling out of a juice glass. How old am I?
(Sighs) Let's just hope the crap is over for the day. My old self is gonna get drunk by myself at 2 in the afternoon. Peace out!
(Addition at 9 p.m.)
And just when I thought that was enough, I fell out of my chair reaching for my phone, knocked over my machine, broke my paper tray, and now I have a nasty little gash on my forehead. Can someone please fast-foward the time? If I was remotely negative, I might have gone off the deep end, but for whatever reason, it makes me laugh. I mean, who falls out of their chair? REALLY?
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