Back to Work

Well, I have went back to work. I've given up on my dreams to be the laziest person on this planet. I know what some of you are thinking.."No way, say it isn't so!" But yes, it is. If I worked as hard at a job as I did at being lazy I'd be the president of the company.
Anyway, I figured that I'd look for something part time just to have a little extra money. I really didn't want to go back into the salon business. I'm so burnt out on it and I didn't feel like working with a bunch of catty, selfish, bitchy women anymore. Don't get me wrong, not all hairdressers are that way because there are a few exceptions... Notice how I said a few. But not only is there the 'diva' co-workers to deal with, you have the demanding,unrealistic customers.

Customer: "I want to look like Jennifer Aniston"

Me: "Right,if that's what you're aiming for, you might wanna start with $50,000 in plastic surgery first. Then we'll concentrate on your hair"

That of course is said in my head, what I said out loud was, "You betcha!"

So, as you can see, I really wanted to try and avoid going back there. I wanted an office job. Preferably one that enables me to get online at some point because, yes, I'm addicted.

Tuesday my sister calls. She's a paralegal in a Law Office and she talked to her bosses and they want me to come work for them. Sit at a desk, answer phones, do some filing, copying and helping out the lawyers with whatever they need.

Great! I'm so taking this. Mon.-Fri. 1pm - 5pm. Schweet!

The Lawyers are a father and daughter and I've met them before, so I'm comfortable with them and the office. I'm not the least bit nervous. My sister is there and is going to lead me through everything I need to know. I'm actually pretty excited.

I go in yesterday and they're in a deposition, so they tell me to just answer the phones and take messages and oh, if I want, just play on the computer for a bit. I look around and think, "Yes, I'm really going to like it here."

When they're done my sister started to show me around and tell me what needs to be done and shows me how to do it. Here's where I get a little nervous. There are papers for EVERYTHING and I don't know what 99% of it means. She tells me not to worry, to read whatever I want and familiarize myself with the papers and I'll eventually get it. I have no doubt that I will. I catch on quick. Plus, I like being nosey.

Then, it's time for my sister to leave work. She leaves at 3pm, I'm there till 5pm. Here comes the nervousness again. But this time it's not because of papers or the phone or even the fact that I'm gonna be left on my own at the front desk. It's the fact that the one lawyer is blind and if he needs something, what the hell do I do!?

She tells me not to worry about it, that he's pretty self sufficient and he doesn't need all that much help and if he does, it's fairly easy. Then she lets me in on something else before she leaves. "Oh, if the mailman comes, I just want you to know, he's deaf. So if you have something to say, you have to write it on paper"

What?! You've got to be kidding. I thought I was having a sweet, cushy desk job and here I am helping the blind and deaf. I have secured my seat in heaven, let me tell you.

Although... I did have to laugh at one of her stories. She tells me that the mailman came in and the blind lawyer didn't know that he was deaf, so he's sitting there talking to him and the mailman has no clue. So my sister has to tell the lawyer, "John, he's deaf and can't hear you" then proceeds to write on a piece of paper for the mailman, "He's blind".

Bet you don't see that kind of interaction in just any office. Oh well, atleast I can get on the internet every once in awhile from work. Cause yanno, 4 hours away from the computer just ain't happenin.