Million Dollar Cheques, 20-Something Twinkies, and Coded Text Messages
31 Jul
A jumble of thoughts from the mind of a workaholic:
- Once the novelty of running around town with million-dollar cheques in your purse wears off, it just becomes exhausting.
- In this day and age, why do we even have to deposit these cheques manually? I mean, have these people never heard of wire transfers?
- Yesterday, LawyerMan drove me to two banks so I could deposit two cheques before the close of the business day. He’s too important to deposit cheques himself but apparently not too important to be my personal chauffeur.
- A client asked me out for lunch the other day. I’m not sure what the office policy on dating clients is.
- In any case, I don’t think I’m old enough to be dating divorcees. Unless he wants me to be his 20-something twinkie in the city1.
- Ever since MFL returned from Hong Kong/Singapore, we have been in constant contact. Yesterday, he texted me in the middle of the workday to remind me to go the bathroom2. Not exactly a Dear Diary moment (woops, is that what this is?), but he must have been thinking about me, worrying about my retardedly busy workday enough to send a text message to remind me to slow down (At least, that is the typical female analysis of this situation. Boys, insights?).
- MFL and I are seeing a movie tonight. Just the two of us. Is this a date?
- LawyerMan just spent 30 minutes with me explaining how to electronically register real estate titles. That’s more time spent with him than all the minutes and seconds I’ve seen him in this whole month combined.
- Even though I bitch about how retardedly busy I am at work, I actually kind of love it. I love that for eight (sometimes more) hours of the day, I think about nothing other than the (overflowing) tasks at hand. I love that I am kept so busy I can even forget to go to the washroom or eat. I love that I have a reason to stay late even if I don’t get paid for it. I love that I work harder at this job than anything I’ve ever done before, because this validation (that I might actually love my job) will help me get through law school. And I love that I am really, really good at my job.
- Friends reference. [↩]
- Despite his reminder, I didn’t have a washroom break until 4pm, as I’ve already mentioned. [↩]
















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