Happy Anniversary ...

TO ME! Today is exactly one year that I've been working for this firm. I temped for them for about three weeks before being offered a permanent position.

Thank you law firm for keeping me employed for the last year of my life. Thank you Cowboy, for deciding to change who I work with instead of firing me, when you realized our personalities did not mesh as well as you wanted them to. I'm sorry that I can't be super peppy and outgoing like you wanted. Thank you Nice Partner for not firing me when I sent out a Notice of Deposition without sending out the Subpoena that was supposed to go with it. Thank you for not firing me when I was at training in LA and asked the trainer a LOT of extra questions (thank goodness it was just the two of us, so I wasn't holding up other people). Thank you gay HR guy for not firing me when I came to talk to you about my difficulties with LEL, and explaining where she was coming from so that I could keep that in mind when dealing with her.

Thank you for being a place that ebbs and flows, thus giving me ample time to play online and blog about work, from work.

Thank you Grandmas, for giving me so much blogterial.

Thank you to Golden Boy & CG for letting me stay with them while I was in LA for training, which gave me time to play with the dog (which for me, is seriously like one year of therapy). Speaking of which, I was at Golden Boy and CG's loft in LA (for one of GB's surgeries) when I got the phone call from the temp agency that they'd like to have me work at this firm.

It was most surprising, as when I interviewed with the temp agency, I walked out with a bad taste in my mouth. The woman I met with was weirdly formal, and kept me waiting almost a half hour past the time we were supposed to meet. I tried to tell her I wanted a low pressure position without quite coming right out and saying, "I'm a fucking idiot who doesn't know shit, so please don't set me up to fail, because I'm scared I'll kill myself if I get fired from yet another job." The only good thing about our meeting was that when I told her the name of the SF law firm I'd worked at previously (that fired me) she told me they have a bad reputation and nobody likes working there. Validation is a great thing.

Thank you Temp Agency Lady for managing to somehow hold this position for me. While I was sick for a week. While I lied and told you I was sick for another week, but really I was better and just stalling to see if my brother would need surgery and I would be going to LA. While I was in LA for the surgery.

Thank you to my parents, who had to listen to me call them from the lobby of my building a few times, crying, overwhelmed, and sure I was about to be fired at any moment. It's hard to help from so far away. I'm sorry if I yelled at you during those phone calls.

Thank you to Golden Boy, who told me that his female friends who are lawyers have ALL cried at work and/or about work, and that it IS hard sometimes. Thank you for the pep talks.

Thank you to Beth One for coming up with my Cowboy name.

Thank you to my friends who are willing to come to me to meet for lunch, since I can't go far on my lunch hour. Thank you to the universe for giving me a job so close to where I live that going home for lunch is an option.

Thank you blog readers for putting up with my bitching about work, and for encouraging me to find the humor in the grandmas. I really do like working here, and do appreciate the job (and the money it pays me).

Hope to see you back here next year!