thursday's child

Excuse me while I wallow in a moment of downfall.... I feel like a doormat. Thank you very much for actively ignoring me. I fare thee well.

Carly Rae Jepsen's Call Me Maybe is playing on loop now as I type. I thought I should update this so-called journal while the folks are out and I have the house all to myself. I checked in with the personnel of PAO Regional Office two days ago. The officer in charge told me I will be spending the first month of my engagement in the regional office. This means the first few cases I will be handling will be heard in the Hall of Justice below the HQ. Think familiar faces and me stuttering my 'Good morning' and 'Objection, Your Honor!' 'On what grounds?' 'Let me get back to you on that, Your Honor.' Ligwak!  I know, I know, I am getting way ahead of myself. I sincerely wish none of this horrendous experience will occur.  So, what day is today...Friday. As is always the case, I am home. Both my liver and wallet love the fact that I am home. The credit card, however, did not have the same sentiment--I shopped for new 'work' c...