Here come the weekend!
Another totally hellacious week. To this I can only add this one was exceptionally fuckingly hellacious week.
When I arrived at work on Thursday morning, the Head was already there. He had the young lawyer who rents space in our building in his office.
The young lawyer presently does not have a secretary. The reasons for which would probably make a great study in some sort of neurosis, but that's another story for another day.
Anyway, in the absence of a secretary for the young lawyer, I've been answering his phone under the terms of a financial arrangement between the Head and the young lawyer. The Head wanted to charge the young lawyer $150 a month for my services. The young lawyer only wanted to pay the Head $50 for my said services. This has been a major dispute since the month of April when the answering the phone situation began.
So, anyway, I come in to the office on Thursday morning, and the Head is in there yelling at the young lawyer about the phone answering services bill. I cringed. Something to the effect of, "you can get some Mickey Mouse answering service operation to take your calls. We're not taking them anymore."
Thing is, the service I provide for him, and for which he pays the Head some amount, is nothing more than a Mickey Mouse answering service operation. The reason for that is that what I do and how I do it is totally dictated by the Head. The Head insists that I only take the name and number of the person calling. Nothing more. Nothing less.
One time I got a call from a client of the young lawyer saying that the client was in court and the young lawyer was no where to be found. So, I told the client to stay where he was and I would find the young lawyer and let him know. Thereupon, I called the young lawyer's cell phone and got him on the line. I related to the young lawyer the message from the client. Apparently, the young lawyer was in the courthouse, but had forgotten about that particular hearing. He said he would head right over there right then. I thought this was a good thing I did. The whole thing took about a minute and a half. The Head didn't like this one little bit. He emphatically emphasized that I am only to take messages and nothing more.
So, back to Thursday morning, the young lawyer quietly exited the Head's office, glances at me, lightly shrugs. I just softly, almost imperceptibly, shake my head from side to side. The young lawyer goes back to his office, grabs his briefcase, and heads to court for the day.
Shortly thereafter the Head calls me into his office. He was so shaken by the incident with the young lawyer, which incident also included the Head realizing that he was mistaken about the billing for the phone answering support services, that he declared to me he was leaving for the day. He had to get away from the office.
There's more, but it's all really just too petty to even discuss much less think about.
Oh well. This wasn't supposed to be a gossip column.
Update on the Deja Vu situation. On Tuesday, May 21, 2002, the Springfield City Council met for it's regular weekly session. The plan was that they would take public comments regarding the so-called adult business being within 1,000 feet of residences. Apparently, the Vu opponents were in attendance and ready to speak their piece. If there were any Vu proponents in attendance and ready to speak their piece, I don't know.. However, instead of taking comments, the City Council decided to just go ahead and vote on whether the Vu has to relocate. The City Council gave the Vu opponents what they wanted. They voted that the Vu should relocate. The owner of the Vu has vowed to file a lawsuit, where he says the issue will be decided by law and not popularity. I agree. The City Council either received some bad legal advice on this situation, or they're just plain idiots.
HERE COME THE WEEKEND
That's less than 60 words. There's a lot more. And if you're interested, you can find the lyrics all over the Net. If you haven't heard this song yet, I highly recommend listening to it on Fridays at 5:00 p.m.
And, if you're ever down in the dumps and you need a good laugh, Dave Edmunds tells some riotously hilarious stories. One particular story is about the time Keith Richards played with Dave's band in NYC. What really cracked me up was Dave telling about Dave's drummer whacking a whacked Keef's hand in time to the music every time Keef reached to turn up the amp volume. Of course, it was the wrong amp. Still cracks me up.
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