Do You Have a Pin? I'd Like To Drop It.

Then I'd like to listen to the sound it makes. I'd be able to, since LEL is out on vacation all this week. As is Cat Lady. Weather Grandma got moved to another floor permanently, so all week, everyone on my side of this floor has been enjoying the peace and quiet.

Yesterday the accounting woman stopped by my desk to comment on how beautifully quiet it is this week. She then dropped the bomb that LEL bitches every month when it's time to do the Cowboy's bills about how I screwed them up when they were my responsibility. This pissed me off. Sure, I screwed them up, but that's because LEL didn't train me when I started and I was trying to figure things out for myself. But I realized my mistakes and got the bills out correctly the two months before LEL became the Cowboy's secretary.

At least the accounting woman told me that each time LEL complains about bills I did (over six months ago), Cowboy tells her to shut up and listen to him. Here's how I screwed up (it's pretty big): When bills are generated, I prepare a cover letter to go to the client on top of the bill. What I didn't realize at first, was that if a client doesn't pay, their balance does NOT roll over to the next month. There's a sheet at the end of a client's bill that says what months are past due, but that's all. Cowboy routinely had me throw that sheet out, and I didn't realize it was all we had to send to the client to remind them of past due invoices.

LEL claimed to Cowboy that I specifically told her past balances DO roll over to following months, which is a total lie. He knows she was trying to cover her own ass, and is not angry at me about this. I've mostly let it go, and am only mildly bitter about LEL trying to throw me under the bus.

Speaking of LEL, it's been a slow day today, so go on over and click the link you see here. This amuses me so very much.

What also amuses me is the temp the firm brought in to cover LEL's desk. She's a total grandma! Funnily enough, from Rockville Centre. Small world, huh? Today she is wearing an ankle-length black skirt that has rows and rows of different-colored frogs. Yes, you read that right. FROGS. She's wearing a blouse that poufs at the shoulders, has pearls for buttons, and has a bow. Her hairstyle makes me want to call her Loretta, although that's not her name.

Also exciting in my work world: I'm busier than I used to be, ever since I was given another partner to work for. Supposedly it's this great honor since he's a name partner, though no pay raise comes with it. Whatever, I'm happy to help. I suppose they don't think I'm doing too terribly if they'll let me work with him. It was a very subtle shift that happened a month or so ago. You know how someone higher up than you walks by, and happens to ask for a favor? Of course you drop what you're doing and do whatever they need.

So Name Partner came by a few times with little things for me to do. A fax here, a FedEx there. No big deal. Then he came by and dropped a tape off. And some bills. And something else. I marched into the office of our gay HR guy and asked, "Do I ... work for Name Partner?" His jaw dropped as he responded, "Oh my God, nobody said anything to you?"

So yeah, I've got Nice Partner, Tuna, and Name Partner now. Name Partner is only supposed to be in this office half of each week. But just my luck, right after his secretarial needs became my responsibility, I was informed there's a big deal going down, it's all taking place in SF, and Name will be spending a lot more time here. Great.

At least Name Partner is very nice, and fairly independent. Like most of the other attorneys here, he is not a yeller, and appreciates everything done for him.

I've almost worked here for exactly one year. The card Golden Boy sent me when I got the job is still taped to my monitor.