Ercassesanwi - February 14th, 2006
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Just a Little Whining, and then an Interesting Observation to Make It Worthwhile
For those of you who wish to skip the whining, scroll down to the bold INTERESTING OBSERVATION section.
So I bought a plane ticket to go down to Texas this past Friday to attend my best friend Marjorie's baby shower. (She's due in March.) In the middle of the preceding week, an attorney called me at work to tell me that he needed the transcript to a ridiculously long job (one he hadn't booked as a rush job) by Friday, meaning I had to get it out by Thursday. The typist returned the job but without the disk on which she had typed it, rendering me incapable of proofing it. After many desperate phone calls and much shedding of tears, the typist e-mailed me the job, and I finished it by late Thursday. Even with taking off Friday, I worked over forty-two hours that week.
Friday I hopped on the plane and stopped in Atlanta to make my connection to Houston. I made the mistake of turning on my phone and found three messages from work telling me that two more attorneys were calling and demanding transcripts (again not booked as rush jobs) ASAP. At that moment, I was too frustrated to call in to work employing anything resembling a reasonable tone, so I waited. When I landed in Houston, I had five more messages from work; one attorney had to have his transcript by Monday, the other hers by Sunday evening. (I would be landing back in Raleigh on Sunday at 6:30.)
With a spectacular burst of adrenaline-laced effort, I got these transcripts to their respective attorneys, staying late Monday to finish. Today (Tuesday), I had an all-day job in Clayton, starting at 9:00 AM and ending just after 3:00 PM. The attorney at this job asked me to deliver to him two excerpts from this deposition within 24 hours. During this deposition, I got a call from work to say that the attorney for a job I'd done quite a while ago (and whose transcript I had not yet proofed, because of having to get out all these last-minute rush requests) had called to demand his (over-200-page) transcript by tomorrow (Wednesday). He will be sending a courier tomorrow to get the hard copy. So I worked a total of 12.5 hours today, leaving at 8:30 and planning to return early tomorrow to meet my new deadlines.
INTERESTING OBSERVATION
I've heard of the shopping-as-a-result-of-depression phenomenon commonly associated with Western women, but I hadn't experienced it personally until tonight. I left work feeling quite pitiful and put-upon. I hit the intersection from which I go home or, alternatively, go to Borders. With a not-at-all characteristic (for Holly) last-minute lane change, I headed for Borders to drown my sorrows in a chai latte.
Once I got there and got my chai, I had to wander and browse, as it is a book store. I decided to treat myself to something more than the chai. I got a book. Then I saw that their CDs were buy 3 get the 4th free. Yes, I know that can hardly be considered a sale, especially when one considers that book-store CDs are significantly more expensive than the same CDs purchased at Target, but I was emotionally vulnerable and discovering the superficial high of the impulse purchase. I was swept along into (I cringe to say it) a $50 spending spree.
Now I am left wondering if I have now become more normal, having joined the ranks of depression-shopping women, or if I have set myself apart by getting my shopping high in a book store, of all places. Comments are welcome.
I am frustrated also that my first update in so long is whiny and that I do not have the time to mention some noteworthy things that have happened to me of late -- that I've watched my first superbowl all the way through, that I went to Papa Lou's (a burger joint) in my opera dress, that I've mused on the intricate differences between the way males and females speak. I write these here so that I may remember them and elaborate on them later, though that tactic has failed in the past.
Current Mood:  stressed
Current Music: Figlio Perduto
Tags: work
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