Listening to: Jims droning voice
Last night I went to FHE, heavenly only knows why, it was completely pointless. We piled in cars and took like 30 minutes to find a complex, two seconds to drop off presents and another 30 minutes to get back. Mind you those 30 minutes were with a very incompetent driver. Makes for a long night...with no dinner.
I went shopping for another fuzzy warm sweater, I fell in love with the last one I bought, had to have another. The same lady was there at the dressing rooms so I avoided trying any sweaters on in fear of being exposed to the world again and just bought hopefully the right size. I also bought me a dark purple hobo purse. I couldn't wait any longer. Must have new purse. Wheee. I feel special. I also found an offwhite bubble jacket for cheap so I bought that too. I'm attracted to bubble jackets/coats for some reason.
So I came home and cooked up some ramen and put my stuff in my new purse and gleamed. I took the time to curl my hair, try out my new sweater, brush my teeth and get all smelly with lotion, sit and read for a bit and then off to bed. All of which put me in a good mood this morning. I feel better about myself.
Now today at work I find myself doing Answers to Complaints over and over and ...over and over again.
My latest project, answering an 89 page complaint with 323 questions to answer. *claws at her face* Kill me now. There are two new attorneys on this case who made up this 89 page complaint and they are covering all of their bases, even the most ridiculous. My hands/fingers/wrists will be killing me, but maybe the worst part is listening to Jims voice for next few hours.