Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Circuit Training

This is what my boss wrote to one of his clients about me last week:

Teresa –  

            We have a late breaking situation here at Linville Law Firm.  Kristin has been gaining weight like a downhill runaway freight train.  Worse yet, there seems to be no end in sight.  Sounds of popping buttons have replaced those of a busy keyboard.  So, what are the chances of renewing a 6 month pass for Kristin?

Larry

 Katrina and I laughed so hard we almost peed.  That man is so funny.  Well on that note, last week I started circuit training at 6AM with Desiree (my roommate).  We are now in week two and I am so sore I almost stayed in the car instead of coming into work today because it hurt to bad to get out.  Man, I let myself get WAY too out of shape.  But we are fixing that.  We each chose a goal picture based on similar body types so that we could be practical in terms of what is possible for our bodies.  If my roommate had her way, she would look like this:

So I guess you could say we are working on healthy minds too.  : )  Anyway, These are our goals:

Desiree's 
Mine


So we look at these pictures everyday to get ourselves out of bed in the morning even though we are so sore that we literally moaned through Carmen Electra this morning (we do pilates or Carmen every other day). So here's to lookin like this by summer!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Friend or Something Like It

This week is one of those weeks that I have been brutally reminded that with some people, it doesn't matter how many times you try to encourage them when they are down, hold them when they cry or swallow your pride when you disagree, they will just never return the favor. 

The Forgotten

There was once a little girl who loved broken toys.  While other children looked for the newest and most popular toys, wanting them because they may grown in value some day or because all the other children would want their toy.  But the little girl did not care whether the other children wanted her toy.  The value of her toys she judged by the character and unique qualities her toys.  She loved that the toys had a story of forgotten love.  A broken arm told her that a child once needed that you so much that they carried it everywhere with them before they  cast the broken toy aside and forgot it.  She knew that a warn and dirty face was a short lived life-time of snacks and playgrounds by the side of one who had forgotten its’ value. 

The other children laughed at her dirty and broken toys.  They scorned her for her selection of toys to love.  But the little girl loved them just the same.  She loved them for their scars and she loved them for their stories.  And when the little girl grew up, her heart never changed.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Job Market

The last few weeks have been pretty rough for my sister and I.  We each have positions that require more than forty hours of work to be squeezed into 40 hours every day.  For the last few weeks, we have also been trying to do another full-time job as well.  The other paralegal, Stephanie, quit a couple weeks ago and we have been doing our best to fill in the gap.  However, the hiring of a new person has posed a problem.  The senior partner, Larry (my boss), wants to keep Katrina in marketing.  The other two partners, David and Christian, want her to become their paralegal.  This back and forth has really gotten on my last nerve because we are both really tired of covering and we can hire a new person until they make up their damn minds. 

I am so tired of the games and manipulation.  For some reason, I keep getting dragged into the middle of it which is just so uncomfortable for me but today I realized something.  3 attorneys are basically fighting over my little sister.  Lol.  And my boss keeps calling me to make sure I don’t get mad at him for his part in trying to keep my sister as his marketing director and seminar coordinator because he knows that Katrina actually wants to move into paralegal.   If I may be so bold, they really like us.  I think they don’t want to lose us.  So our lives are miserable, but they are miserable because we are valued…? 

I am pretty grateful to my parents for instilling a great work ethic in us.  My sisters both work really hard.  We also all work at law firms.  I think that may be some masochistic quality we also may have gotten from my parents.  The thing is that while I really feel for the people who are at “Occupy Wall Street” because the wealth gap is a huge problem.  Let’s be honest, money begets money.  The more money you have, the easier it is to make.  But my sisters and I have not ever been truly poor and we have always been able to find work because my parents taught us how to put our noses to the grindstone, remember that others have it worse, and work our asses off.  : ) Thanks mom and dad.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Halloween 2011 Pics

Okay so I got the pictures from my roommate of Halloween.  Unfortunately, I see that I should have stayed with the leotard even if the feathers didn't look good because the corset did not look...appropriate.  So unfortunately, what I hoped was a super cute Halloween costume turned out to look like just another inappropriate Halloween costume. :(  Sorry for the cleavage folks.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Second Guesses

What do you think about trusting yourself?  I hear a lot of conflicting views on trusting one’s self.  Some say we are all sinful and none of us actually deserves to be trusted.  Some people say (especially women) that we have to learn to trust ourselves and listen to our instincts.  Maybe men just don’t question themselves as much as women?  I don’t but in the last couple weeks…scratch that…in the last 8 years, I have become quite skeptical of myself.  I don’t trust my memory, my competence, my intelligence, and the list goes on.  My instincts (especially in the relationship department) have been banished to the depths of my toes because I think they have a short circuit.
You know how some people hate when their boss questions if they did something or did something right every step of the way?  Not me.  I like it.  I don’t trust me anymore than he does and I would much rather he catch a mistake I might make before it causes me my job or him his license.  Thus far, I have fortunately not made many mistakes here and that is nice because I can tell my boss is trusting me more and more.  I however, know better. 

In life though, this little problem of mine has been severely interfering with my sleep.  I lay there second guessing everything I did during the day, even to the point where I question whether I am remembering correctly.  It is no bueno.  If anybody out there actually reads this blog, I would really like to know your thoughts.  Is my second guessing what makes me good at my job and a safety net for my life?  Or am I paralyzing myself with doubt and fear? 

Friday, November 4, 2011