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I seriously love my job. Frankly I'm fucking shocked about the situation. And I don't think that feeling is going to change anytime soon if at all. Why do I love it?
1. I get to use my inordinately pricey edumucation in both computers and the law.
2. I feel fucking competent and appreciated by my bosses and coworkers.
3. I'm not selling anything. I do not covertly harass people into getting our services. They come to me wanting the help of my firm and I give it. I don't feel like a lame ass door to door salesman fuckwad as I often did while pimping various discount cards and so on in my retail manager career.
4. I know my brain is being actually used during work hours.
5. I'm still fucking entertained as hell by customers but now they're called clients.
There are some asshole clients but my law firm is much like most of my stores. The assholes and crazy ones are always discussed and mocked and so much fucking fun is had. Example? We asked one client to fax over her proof of insurance and current drivers license as she had neither when she drove her car on the sidewalk and crashed into a building. But what did she actually fax?
Her complete medical history including her lengthy and involuntary stay in a state run psychiatric institute. Jason, who's handling the case, looked at the faxes when I handed him the file and stared up at me then said, "How is this an insurance card and license?" I snickered and offered helpfully, "Maybe they look really similar to her?" Jason stares incredulously then being the dramatic queen he can sometime be, flaps the ten plus pages of faxes, and declares, "This is a novel! What is this? This is not cards. My Visa is a card and it isn't pages even though my wife often makes the bill consist of that at the end of each month."
Bwahahaha. I love my work. In fandom news, I have a warped impulse to write Sweet Valley High slash fic for Enid and Jessica. The story would explore that whole thin line between love and hate plus the fact that Enid was a druggy bad girl at one point and how Jessica is rather fond of doing naughty things. Of course, me being a fucking hopeless romantic they would inadvertently fall in love with each other and there would be much angst as neither of them realize how the other feels. I know this would put ATWH Part 4 on delay but dude, I have this impulse to write and when I feel impulse to write something I usually tend to go with it. Mostly because my writing impulses are the only ones that can't get me into trouble at all, you know?
Since Eurovision 2006 aired I've been playing songs from the Semifinals and Finals almost nonstop. Lordi, of course, Silvia Night, I continue to worship her, then Kate Ryan and her super long legs, moving onto boisterous Tina Karol, and now it's oh so pretty and mellow Texas Lightning. I shall now link their song because of this.
No No Never by Texas Lightning:
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=4D59A06404AE3AC2
1. I get to use my inordinately pricey edumucation in both computers and the law.
2. I feel fucking competent and appreciated by my bosses and coworkers.
3. I'm not selling anything. I do not covertly harass people into getting our services. They come to me wanting the help of my firm and I give it. I don't feel like a lame ass door to door salesman fuckwad as I often did while pimping various discount cards and so on in my retail manager career.
4. I know my brain is being actually used during work hours.
5. I'm still fucking entertained as hell by customers but now they're called clients.
There are some asshole clients but my law firm is much like most of my stores. The assholes and crazy ones are always discussed and mocked and so much fucking fun is had. Example? We asked one client to fax over her proof of insurance and current drivers license as she had neither when she drove her car on the sidewalk and crashed into a building. But what did she actually fax?
Her complete medical history including her lengthy and involuntary stay in a state run psychiatric institute. Jason, who's handling the case, looked at the faxes when I handed him the file and stared up at me then said, "How is this an insurance card and license?" I snickered and offered helpfully, "Maybe they look really similar to her?" Jason stares incredulously then being the dramatic queen he can sometime be, flaps the ten plus pages of faxes, and declares, "This is a novel! What is this? This is not cards. My Visa is a card and it isn't pages even though my wife often makes the bill consist of that at the end of each month."
Bwahahaha. I love my work. In fandom news, I have a warped impulse to write Sweet Valley High slash fic for Enid and Jessica. The story would explore that whole thin line between love and hate plus the fact that Enid was a druggy bad girl at one point and how Jessica is rather fond of doing naughty things. Of course, me being a fucking hopeless romantic they would inadvertently fall in love with each other and there would be much angst as neither of them realize how the other feels. I know this would put ATWH Part 4 on delay but dude, I have this impulse to write and when I feel impulse to write something I usually tend to go with it. Mostly because my writing impulses are the only ones that can't get me into trouble at all, you know?
Since Eurovision 2006 aired I've been playing songs from the Semifinals and Finals almost nonstop. Lordi, of course, Silvia Night, I continue to worship her, then Kate Ryan and her super long legs, moving onto boisterous Tina Karol, and now it's oh so pretty and mellow Texas Lightning. I shall now link their song because of this.
No No Never by Texas Lightning:
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=4D59A06404AE3AC2
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