I Should Stop Smoking Crack

I must be on drugs. It's the only explanation for why I would bother going to an interview today at one of the biggest law firms in the country, one that has a bad reputation.

Just yesterday I had dinner with File Clerk, and she asked how I'm doing with this whole not-working thing. Yeah, it's been fun, but I'm ready to be back at work.

I run around doing lots of errands (honestly, I could keep busy all day by doing various errands - I've only watched Oprah once since I stopped working), but I'd be perfectly happy working again.

In talking with File Clerk I realized it's the recognition for doing things that's part of what I miss. My bedroom is clean, the fridge is sparkling, everything is neat and organized. But nobody pats me on the back for that, or even thanks me. At work, Tuna and Nice Partner thanked me for everything. They complimented me on turning work around quickly. I'm a sucker for a compliment.

Somebody tell me to put down the crack pipe, please.