he even had a normal parking lot

Two interviews this morning. The first one was with a sole practitioner in Owings Mills, an area north of Baltimore and not far from where BF works. I REALLY liked the guy and the situation (a clean office! Specialized legal software!) and I am hoping I land that one. A lot. The second interview was with a placement agency, which I mentioned yesterday, and although I don’t know a damn thing about the job (interview to come, presumably), the pay will probably be right.

At the second one, I took a typing test, and the person who picked up the results told me not only that it was the fastest result she had ever seen, but that it was an entire 20 WPM higher than the fastest result she had ever seen. She was in awe. I told her I instant-messaged a whole lot when I was younger. Yay me! (97 WPM, in case you’re curious.)

Heading back to Annapolis I was plumb tuckered out and just wanted to go home. Interviewing is hard – lots of muscle tension. But instead, of course, I came to work, and everything on my desk just seemed so unreasonable. Another one of those woops-the-deadline’s-next-week things from EP. Two tasks from MD that I wasn’t trained for, one of which I can’t believe the firm is pursuing in its current state. A request from OG that I have no idea what to do with (clear the floor of my office by next week). And a whirlwind crisis around one of our clients, who, bless her kind heart, is so brainless that I’m surprised she knows how to dress herself in the morning. This last has put DT in a foul mood, and she and I are the only ones here right now. Don’t know what to do with that either.

What I’d love to do is take my computer out to the parking lot, smash it with a sledgehammer, and go home, never to return, trailing papers out the window of my car and screaming “So long, suckers!” I feel it’s not wise to do that until after I get another job. But like I said, it’s tempting. After seeing a completely normal solo-practitioner’s office, this office just seems so many thousands of times worse – I kept remembering all the little things about it that are just unacceptable as I drove back to the building.

I still feel all this conflict in my chest about interviewing and paralegaling and so on, but I still can’t find the energy to write about it. I’ll tease you again today, sorry. I did talk to MFA about the whole “You’re fired!” “No you’re not!” thing, and he had a furrowed “that ain’t right” look on his face that I’ve rarely seen. He said he’d talk to MD about it.

Last night BF and I watched Shoot ‘Em Up. It was violent, silly, quick, and interesting, and had two people I’ve personally fantasized about in a combination sex scene/shootout. Highly recommended if you can stand the gore. Also, it’s official that the entire movie criticism complex does not make sense, as this movie got 68% and Wanted (which was just awful) got 74%. WTF?