Work
Sooooo frustrated.
I love my new job. It has perks only someone like me and a few of my closest friends would love. That aside, I have a lot to learn about actually doing the job. It's an area of law I'm not familiar with and that I'm completely new to. But it's an interesting area - it's not drudgery. I work for two attorneys, both of whom I really like. Both of them have been practicing this type of law for 20 or so years. They know it like the backs of their hands. I know, well, nothing. So far I have only been working for one and as much as I like him and know his door is always open, he is about 500x smarter and more experienced than I am. So I will go to his office equipped with all my well-thought out questions and he'll start throwing more questions out at me and I'll begin to sputter and wilt and ultimately leave his office shamed, stupid, and even more confused than I was before. I in turn, go to his office less and less, and the less I go, the worse it gets, because the more questions I will have built up, and the stupider I'll feel, and the less I get done invariable ends up with me feeling a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing my job.
Sigh. I like to leave work everyday comfortably exhausted; feeling like I've gotten a lot accomplished. I loooove that feeling of just walking out to my car knowing I kicked ass at work today. Who doesn't love that feeling? I hate feeling guilty for having a kick-ass job and doing a less than spectacular performance...I have to get over this hump, really. How?
Okay, moving on.
Simon the Little Guy hasn't recovered from my parents leaving and taking their Little White Donuts with them. (My mother's dogs - the two fluffy white shih-tzu/llaso type dogs? I posted their pictures last year...and my nephew came up with the phrase "little white donuts" because they're a tad on the 'foofy' side.) So my dog just hasn't recovered yet. He's just not himself. He just misses them. Breaks my heart that he's so lonely. What to do? Taking on another dog is a huge responsibility and I'm not sure what my crusty landlady will have to say about it...I've been thinking of getting a kitten. Perhaps Simon would feel the need to care for it? I don't know - feels like a gamble. And again, what will Crusty Landlady say?
Speaking of her, I did get a note on my door from ex-neighbor B after work today. Apparently he and K have found an apartment and are getting back on their feet. So good to hear. He also thanked me for taking care of the plants and said they looked great...how to break it to him that another neighbor has been doing it...?
I love my new job. It has perks only someone like me and a few of my closest friends would love. That aside, I have a lot to learn about actually doing the job. It's an area of law I'm not familiar with and that I'm completely new to. But it's an interesting area - it's not drudgery. I work for two attorneys, both of whom I really like. Both of them have been practicing this type of law for 20 or so years. They know it like the backs of their hands. I know, well, nothing. So far I have only been working for one and as much as I like him and know his door is always open, he is about 500x smarter and more experienced than I am. So I will go to his office equipped with all my well-thought out questions and he'll start throwing more questions out at me and I'll begin to sputter and wilt and ultimately leave his office shamed, stupid, and even more confused than I was before. I in turn, go to his office less and less, and the less I go, the worse it gets, because the more questions I will have built up, and the stupider I'll feel, and the less I get done invariable ends up with me feeling a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing my job.
Sigh. I like to leave work everyday comfortably exhausted; feeling like I've gotten a lot accomplished. I loooove that feeling of just walking out to my car knowing I kicked ass at work today. Who doesn't love that feeling? I hate feeling guilty for having a kick-ass job and doing a less than spectacular performance...I have to get over this hump, really. How?
Okay, moving on.
Simon the Little Guy hasn't recovered from my parents leaving and taking their Little White Donuts with them. (My mother's dogs - the two fluffy white shih-tzu/llaso type dogs? I posted their pictures last year...and my nephew came up with the phrase "little white donuts" because they're a tad on the 'foofy' side.) So my dog just hasn't recovered yet. He's just not himself. He just misses them. Breaks my heart that he's so lonely. What to do? Taking on another dog is a huge responsibility and I'm not sure what my crusty landlady will have to say about it...I've been thinking of getting a kitten. Perhaps Simon would feel the need to care for it? I don't know - feels like a gamble. And again, what will Crusty Landlady say?
Speaking of her, I did get a note on my door from ex-neighbor B after work today. Apparently he and K have found an apartment and are getting back on their feet. So good to hear. He also thanked me for taking care of the plants and said they looked great...how to break it to him that another neighbor has been doing it...?
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