The Glamorous Life My Ass!

Ok, so I was going to write here each day about my *cough* glamorous life in the legal field, as I know how much everyone (both of you) were waiting for me to enrich your banal and insignificant lives with tales of living and working among the glitterati. I am so sorry to have let you down. It's just that I've been too damn tired and stressed out from my glamorous job to do anything at night other than mumble incoherently while swilling copious amounts of cheap wine. Which eventually leads to me loudly declaring that my college edu..edu...cation was schtuppid an a wastee of gud money! and I shud quit my job and go to a beech and wax surfers..err...surfboards for a living. Soon followed by face hitting the pillow and rapid snoring.

I'll work on glamorous tommorow. Tonight I'm working on a glass of wine and ridding myself of the nervous twitch in my eye.

The Glamorous Life

So today I was informed that my job as a paralegal/legal assistant is, according to my wonderful, but reality-deficient friend, "glamorous" and she envies me. Ummm...ok. So I've decided I'm going to start documenting my "glamorous" life since it's obviously escaped me and maybe if I saw it in writing I might be enlightened and begin to enjoy my glamorous life.

So, I'll start with today. Tomorrow. Right now I'm too tired. And need to drink more wine so I can unwind and face another day of my glamorous life.

Stay tuned. I know I will.