April 08, 2004
Who, me?
I am so the wrong person for this job. I knew the law firm was fairly high profile, but jesus christ.
Today, a slow day, I:
--Talked to no fewer than six journalists (and possibly more, I lost count), all calling about a controversial case the firm may or may not be handling. (I'm not being coy, I really don't know.)
--Talked to a U.S. Senator, who may or may not have been calling about said case.
A senator. A freaking senator! Not a state senator, a U.S. senator. Now, I'm a pretty damn good receptionist (whether I want to be or not is irrelevant), but no way am I smooth enough to handle this. I mean, I freak out if the head of the firm calls in for messages. Tomorrow should be interesting. Oy.
In other news, two more job interviews next week. When it rains, it really does pour. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket or something.
Seriously, it's hard not to make something of one simple fact: this run of good luck I'm having started when I went back to church a few Sundays ago. Now, in my particular theology, deity doesn't work that way--God, Allah, whoever. It's not like you get rewarded automatically like that for doing the "right thing" (and I'm not certain that two Sunday night services at the church I grew up in constitutes the "right thing" in anybody's book, especially mine). But it's hard not to look at the explosion of things going right in my life all of a sudden and not wonder a little bit.
I don't feel like I'm about to collapse tonight. I might even stay up until 10. However, a little less pain in my back would be greatly appreciated.
