Bitchfest

I am feeling like a rubber band that just keeps getting stretched farther and farther.  You can see the cracks developing and you know its gonna break, it's just a matter of when.

Today PS texted me, "There is water spewing from the thing at the top of the sink and it is getting on the hardwoods." Grrr-eat! Fortunately, she's a smart girl and knew that was a vent for the dishwasher, so she turned off the dishwasher and cleaned up the mess before it ruined the floor.

Two days ago I looked under the kitchen sink and noticed it smelled musty.  Upon further inspection I found that the garbage disposal was dripping nasty water and there was quite a puddle and a couple of inches of putrid water in a vase that happened to be conveniently placed.

DH replaced the garbage disposal last night so I figured that today's issue was probably related to his installation.  He vehemently disagreed, and I honestly can't see the connection between the dishwasher and the garbage disposal when I look at the pipes under the sink, so I guess he's off the hook.  Except that he's still the one who gets to figure out what the heck is going on with the dishwasher.And during his inspection tonight he accidentally pulled loose a hose and backed-up water flooded my kitchen and the hardwoods in the connected living room.

And this is all most inconveniently timed.  We are both leaving for Vegas on Friday.  My brother is coming down to visit our mother and look after my girls.  I do not want to leave him in a house with an f'd up dishwasher or garbage disposal.  I also don't want to go buy a dishwasher because it would come out of my Vegas money. And I don't really have the time to deal with any of this. Arrrghhhh!

This stupid trip is causing more stress than it's worth.  If it wasn't nonrefundably paid for I think I'd cancel.




I return early Monday afternoon so that I can get in a half day's work.  I have a hearing* on Tuesday, depositions on Wednesday and Thursday, a full day client meeting to prepare for his deposition the following Monday, followed my more depositions the next Wednesday and Thursday. Meanwhile, DH is out of town until Wednesday night--and PS has a play Wednesday night.

Two different named partners have had me on two different monster memos for the last week and a half, so I haven't had time to prepare for anything coming up in the next two weeks. 

And yesterday I started working on an MSJ and Shepardizing a recent MSJ on the same topic when I found that the state supreme court issued an opinion last week that overturned existing law and completely obliterated the affirmative defense that was the basis of my MSJ.  This case is specific to the industry in which 99% of my firm's practice is based and has significant ramifications for most of our clients. So I took it upon  myself to brief the opinion and send it out to all of my partners. 

Do I get a "Wow, thanks LC.  It's a good thing you told us about this case cuz its pretty important to our clients."  Um, no (because I don't live in a fairy tale world where partners actually say thank you). I get, "Did you add this memo to our research database?  What search terms did you use? (Economic loss because its about the economic loss rule, duh!)  You know it's important to guess which search terms other people might use and not just enter the terms that come logically to you. (So, I'm supposed to use my Spidey-sense to know what random ass search term you are going to enter when you are looking for that supreme court case on the economic loss rule?)"  I was fine without a thank you, but that conversation irritated me.

And then I got, "By the way, please send me the contact information for all of the attorneys who handled that case."  That REALLY irritated me.  Because a secretary totally couldn't do that, right?  It took an enormous amount of self-control not to pop off with a smart ass comment that probably would have gotten me fired.

Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive because I'm stressed. I've been on the verge of tears a lot lately.  That's not really my thing. I definitely need more control over my life.


*And by hearing, I mean a trial on appeal from an administrative decision.  So I have to put on witnesses and introduce evidence and pick a jury.  I have a pending motion for continuance, but the court hasn't ruled yet.