I don’t think I’ve ever been as busy as I have been today. And I hate it. I like being just busy enough that my day goes by quickly, but not so swamped that my day can’t go fast enough.
Literally, Mr. BIL just asked me to do two things at once: send a fax to one client, but go downstairs and notarize estate planning documents for another. I just gave him the stink eye and said, “And which would you like me to do FIRST?”
It has been like that the entire day. I spent over an hour creating a pleadings index (50 tabs) for a case he took on this week. My ledge, which was oh so clean for about a week after New Year’s Day, is now a mangled mess of files, folders and faxes. My cubicle is covered in long overdue tasks and forever ignored requests.
I certainly loved my day off yesterday, but had I known today would be so bad, I may have opted to come in YESTERDAY and take off TODAY instead. It’s miserable today.
And I’m gonna have to work late tonight. I have known this since this morning when I saw the combination of stuff to be done and his calendar for today. I’ll be lucky if I get out of here by 7 p.m. – the only way I’ll get out of here before then is if Mr. BIL himself decides he doesn’t need to get this stuff out today after all. I made a comment about how he had 12 things he needed to get out today, and he just laughed. And part of me thinks, “Well, if he doesn’t care, then I don’t care,” but then the minute I stop caring is the day *I* get in trouble for not getting something done.
