WFoQI
Dude, you're so right.
I was hired as a PA at my last job, but we changed it to admin because of the creepy factor associated with PA.
Ha. I associate PA (now that I've moved to LA) with being overworked and underrespected and doing all sorts of things that the Geneva Convention would look poorly upon for one cranky egomaniac.
What's the standard denial protocol?
Flouncing and crying about how mean everyone is is the traditional opening salvo to the masterwork Goodbye, Cruel Internets.
It does sound exciting, but also like the kind of thing that could give me burnout really fast. It also sounds like the kind of job I would throw at Allyson if she lived here. She would be perfect for it.
Will no one make me get dressed?
Get dressed, Heather, and congratulations on the choice of jobs. Which one do you want? I mean, really want to go to every day?
WOOT Good mail day.
Netflix and info about grad school orientation and a nice letter from my new principal. I need to swing by school and get my planner and a book.
ita, make Heather get dressed.
Someone pay Heather to get dressed.
Someone pay Heather to get dressed.
It's the opposite of stripping!
Why would one of the most admired and celebrated law firms in the country assign half of its motion to dismiss for the biggest case in the country to fucking SUMMER ASSOCIATES? Why did no one at that firm actually check the work? Why do I have one afternoon to clean up this godawful fucking mess?
My brain is full of prescription painkillers and feels like it might float out the window.
Using it for thinking is so not on the menu.
I think I should take a nap.