Thursday, October 29, 2009

that's when i knew it was time to go home

Standing in the elevator at work, which requires a security badge in order to make it function, I swipe my badge, push the button, but my floor refuses to light up. I go through this exercise two more times, starting to curse at the "broken" elevator. And that's when I realized I was already on the 6th floor and I needed to go to 8. I forgot where I was and where I was going. Apparently I am no longer able to bill 30 hours by Tuesday and still function as a human being....

So I went home. And couldn't sleep. it figures.

10 comments:

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Billed hours. It's worse than the F word.

You must be a tired, dear little lawyer. Come rest your weary head on my shoulder. I remember those days and can offer you compassion and a cyber-hug.

XO

ChiTown Girl said...

Oh, honey, you're overdoing it!! You need to give yourself a break before something gives. :(

JO said...

From one chick who does too damn much to another - carefully sweetie...you DO have a breaking point you know...

Feisty Irish Wench said...

at least have something to drink to celebrate surviving the day ;)

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Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

It sounds a little like standing in front of a car that looks just like yours and being totally unable to figure out why you can't get in!

Big Bro said...

put on some sexy clothes, take the EOS out for a FAST ride to get your adrenaline up. The adrenaline crash will help you sleep, the sexy clothes will get you out of the speeding ticket

hulagirlatheart said...

Somebody needs a nap.

Damama T said...

Slow down, woman! That much stress WILL make the hot flashes worse! LOL!

Cheri @ Blog This Mom!® said...

Dear Lawyer,

Are you still on the 6th floor?

Just checking in.

XO

Kathleen @ ForgingAhead said...

Oh yes, I know those symptoms well. It's called overwhelm and requires copious amounts of ice cream!