Today is the last day all of us will be in the office before my birthday on Friday, and so my awesome staff surprised me this morning with a birthday celebration!
They are the best! I love them.
I went upstairs and started bitching to the ladies about my cellulite and flashing them my ass, so they showed me their own cellulite in an attempt to make me feel better. They’re the best.
Clients get so fucking outraged when we ask them for the six months of income documentation we need to complete their bankruptcy paperwork. You’d think we were asking them to sacrifice their first born child to Satan.
I’m lucky enough to have my dream job. I am a managing partner of a boutique law firm.
Of course, today has been sort of a crazy day at the office, and this afternoon I have 7 hearings, so ask me how I feel about it later. Haha
Seriously though, I love what I do.
Being the managing partner kind of sucks.
I threw a file across the room within ten minutes of arriving at the office this morning, so that’s how my day is going.
I introduced myself to a potential client this morning, and as we shook hands, he said, “I didn’t expect you to be pretty.”
Well okay then.
Upon seeing an old employee in the kitchen who is back to help on a project, and whom I have never really liked as she is your stereotypical, privileged, lazy millennial:
Me: Oh…I didn’t know you were here.
Her: *big eyes* Yep.
Me: Oh. Hi.
Her: How are you?
Me: Fine. *walks away*
She’s intimidated by me. I kind of like it.