Time and a Half

Saturday morning, and I'm about to head back to the office to finish up some work. I just had a vision of my future, I think. I don't mind so much, because Patrick is in NC for his buddy's wedding, and my saturday morning ritual usually involves getting breakfast and watching cartoons with him. The other reason I don't mind is that it's pure overtime. I may not make too much regularly, but I can really kill it on time and a half.

Tobey's urine is fine, which means she has started to pee on the bed for attention- or because she's just a bad kitty. I prefer to think the former, as she really is quite lovable- though admittedly a bit spastic. The vet recommends we schedule a behavior consult as soon as possible, but the vet only does those in the afternoon when I am at work, or saturdays. She couldn't this saturday (another reason I don't mind popping into work for a few hours), and I am going to Smyrna for Mel's college graduation next saturday. If I can swing it, I'll try leaving work an hour or so early next week and try to do one then. I do want to start training tobes in the way she should go asap, but there's not much I can do about their office hours.

Why is it that offices for things you have to do are only open during your work hours, and fun things and coffee shops are open at all hours? Makes it hard to put in an honest day's work, ya know?

Another question- Why do giant H2 Hummer's have "HUMMER" written across their side as if you wouldn't have been able to figure it out on your own? I was parked next to one at work yesterday, and I thought about sticking a note on it that said, "Ohhh, so THAT'S what kind of car you have. It was hard to tell from over here." You don't see me writing "COLLEGE CAR" on my '92 toyota, right next to where the ride side mirror should be, do you?

The Heat Is On

Tobey has started her anti-litterbox behavior again. I'm going to take her into the vet first thing in the morning tomorrow. Until then, she has to spend time in the vanity and bathroom area. I can't wait until I have my own apt and she can roam around. Then, if she starts messing with one room in particular, I can just shut the door. Sadly, I can't shut her out of my bedroom without blocking her litterbox unless she is put in the bathroom. Poor Tobey. Poor Patrick, really, who is getting so frustrated with me because I hate to punish her, especially before I take her to the vet to be sure her UTI hasn't come back. I'm such a pushover.

Work is insane. I realize that whenever someone asks me how my day was, I always say "crazy," or "hectic," or something. And they always go, "oh, I'm sorry." But I'm not upset by it. I love when things are just a little nuts and stressed. I work so well under pressure. I guess that's why I didn't think the LSAT was a big deal. And you know how when you got up to like level 13 on Tetris on your gameboy (come on, we were kids of the 80's) everything started moving so quickly and the slightest wrong move pushed everything out of control? Yeah, that's when I started playing. Now, don't get me wrong, when things are bad insane, I will happily collect your sympathy. But I like putting in a hard 8+ hours and feeling like I did something that day. Man, I love that italics button.

So I'm leaving home extra early today so I can pick up the two free tickets to the comedy zone and the vocher for free breakfast for my office that I won on the radio Monday. I have never won a radio contest before. Perhaps I can get them to do the breakfast thing on Friday, as that is the technical "months end" when things are most crazy around work. My coworkers would appreciate that most, I think, esp. the ones that dont thrive so much on pressure.

Well, I need to trap Tobey in the bathroom area. She has been laying around enjoying the bed (where she is not allowed to be when Patrick is here, but we already agreed I was a pushover), but now its time to go up for the day. Poor kit.

Moving so fast

Good grief- I went back to work at the mortgage company and the next thing I knew, two months went by. I work about 45 hours a week now, but the work is interesting and I have much to occupy me, so the days literally fly by. I leave for law school in three and a half months.

I am going to Harvard Law School. I have to admit, it sounds just a little foreign coming out of my mouth. I have never been an ivy league kind of girl, but after I got back from Boston last week, I realized I could be. Boy howdy, I could be.

But first I need to stop saying "boy howdy."

Things in life are at this strange balance right now. I feel as though I am moving in slow motion while everything around me moves in fast forward. I think this is why weeks and months go by so quickly and I feel as though I pulled a rip van winkle and slept through most of it. I find that I prefer to take things a little slower and enjoy them, but things are moving too quickly for me to grab on to them. It's like if you took an anvil and tied a rope around it and threw it off a cliff- then after a few seconds of free falling you decided to grab the rope bare-handed. At best you get some nasty rope burns. It would be my luck that I would get snatched over the edge. Bizarre image to explain not being able to slow things down, but it's the only one I've got right now. Stay tuned.