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.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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9 Neighbors Dropped their Wisdom Here!:
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
Oh, honey, you're overdoing it!! You need to give yourself a break before something gives. :(
From one chick who does too damn much to another - carefully sweetie...you DO have a breaking point you know...
at least have something to drink to celebrate surviving the day ;)
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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!
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
Somebody needs a nap.
Slow down, woman! That much stress WILL make the hot flashes worse! LOL!
Dear Lawyer,
Are you still on the 6th floor?
Just checking in.
XO
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