So...I think I forgot to mention, somewhere along the way, that I am going down the shore this week. For all of your non-east coast people, that is Jersey-speak for going to the beach
Don't fret, I will be connected and posting here, just not as much (I sound like Matthew now

) b/c there are way too many goodies on the Ocean City (NJ) boardwalk that I am going to have to resist and I am going to need motivation not to bag my exercise routine for the week.
If I come out of this weighing the same, I will consider it a success.
So yesterday was spent trying to get my office into some reasonable facimilie of cleanliness and order, I have lots of small ticky-tack nonsense to clean up and then one case that is scheduled for trial next week.
I hate it when people file for divorce at the beginning of the school year, the case always get listed for trial right in the middle of June and this same thing happened to me last year right before I went away. I am not the one trying this case (clearly) but I have to have the case prepped for my boss so she can try it or settle it while I am gone.
She left me instructions to speak with opposing counsel to try to see how much we could resolve prior to Tuesday. Basically this guy told me that b/c he would be trying to settle the case with my boss, that he really didn't think that talking to be would accomplish much.
So now, I have to prep this entire frickin file for trial. I need a trial memo. As of 4 pm Friday, none of this was done.
No trial memo, no prepped file = no job. So here I am at 7 am on Saturday, in my office getting this $#&*@&*%*#(&(! case ready.
I got up at 6, should have dragged my pathetic self to the gym but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, instead drug my pathetic self to my office. It is my TOM (finally) and I feel like 10lbs of crap stuffed in an 8 lb sack. I was up until 2am 'packing' (using that term loosely) and am currently riding on 4 hours of sleep, which pretty much qualifies as a long nap, IMO. I am going to be coming home to a husband who is already pissed that I had to work and will be more pissed that he had to do a lot of the packing. Great way to start a trip, right?
I have dubbed my client Mr. I Don't Want to Pay Alimony, I have him pegged at a 6-8 year Limited Duration alimony term at the rate of 250/week - I am so glad I do not have to suffer through his 'education' next week as my boss tries to tell him that is what he is going to have to pay.
Instead, I get to look through tax returns, etc and get this pile o' crap together and hope that my staff doesn't screw it up in the copying/filing process...
I already want to go back to bed...
I will miss all of you but like I said, I will be around b/c I need the accountability or otherwise I am going to stuff my stupid face and come back looking like my 'befores' - no need for that now is there?
