So, yep, new job. So looking forward to not working in this firm anymore, and I have 2.5 weeks to finish out and then… I get to play games and speak Spanish all day! That’s all I’m really saying here, haha, but I am very excited for the new opportunity.
Especially since I got in a full-on verbal catfight with one of the attorneys in my firm yesterday. Like, raised voices, yelling, heart pouding, face flushed, fight. That has never happened in all my years of working anywhere, ever. So that was a first. But despite basically having to give her the upper hand and kiss her ass to smooth things over and not have it become a huger thing than it already was, which is absolute bullshit to have to do solely to bolster someone’s ego so they will shut up already, I managed to get some great points in, namely that a) my time is just as important as her or anyone’s time as soon as the clock strikes five; and b) being a huffy overbearing bitch may work well in some courtrooms, but when it comes to me, being nice or at least civil has a much better chance of getting me to do what you want. Both valid points, I would say, though probably lost in transmission from “human” to “demon” in this particular instance. Ah well, at least I’m getting out soon.
So last night, we went to a Mariner’s game – and I was with a pal from Baltimore, which was a good time all-around. The Orioles creamed us 14-4, scoring NINE runs in the ninth inning. It was ridiculous. But my favorite, most ridiculous revelation of the night was that our very own Carl Everett has gone on record stating he does not believe in dinosaurs. I wish I were joking, but I’m not. Every time they did that stomping-noise sound effect, I was like “look out Carl, it’s a T-Rex!” (Okay, I’ve had wittier lines, I know, but we were pretty entertained about the dinosaurs at the time.)
And the icing on the cake? Behind us was the drunkest and funniest fan I have ever heard, who kept cheering and screeching despite our consistently sinking position in the game. And at the end, after the nine-run bonanza, her diatribe was as follows:
“Four score and seven years ago….. the Mariners used to play real good… and now I only come… when the tickets are FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” (at this point she and her friends erupt into drunken cackling).
A good time was had by all, even the losers. Go M’s. I still have garlic breath from the fries.