it's lunchtime and i feel so bummed. this is how it works: i feel bummed when i haven't been delegated any tasks to keep occupied; and then i feel bummed when i am suddenly swamped with work and can't decide what to do first and so i end up doing nothing. i've got one affidavit to amend, an affidavit and a x-summons to draft, a file from legal aid concerning a demented woman who submitted a diary documented in mandarin amongst others and have to sift through all entries to find the ones which can help her case before TRANSLATING it into english. it's one level to read the characters - a level which i haven't completely cleared - and it's another level up to identify spelling mistakes do we call them spelling mistakes? from characters i just haven't in my life encountered before, AND THEN figuring out what she really meant. it is mind-boggling and by the time am done with that, am quite certain i can be considered a qualified cryptologist.
have also found out the afternoon receptionist has taken ill and am to fill her place. i can't get anything done like this, between running to take calls and clocking service. my woe has been begotten and if there is any humanity left in the world, you would weep for and with me for my plight.
but amidst the darkness a tealight glows. have just purchased a lovely pair of shades and although i feel that i've let myself down deep inside (impulse!), i am incredibly pleased with my new toy.
dad's back and brought home with him mac stuff he got for me from LAX. i thought it really nice that he went to all that trouble to procure them (brushes apparently are considered a potential weapon and are confiscated) and can't bring myself to tell him that HE GOT THE WRONG STUFF AND I ALREADY HAVE THOSE.
have an order to deliver tonight. let's get me a frap; my nerves need calming. i haven't had to read slash write bloody chinese in years. |