We’ve all heard of a three dog night correct? If you haven’t heard that before, or at the very least heard the band then you’re too young for this blog so go away. I’m just kidding, seriously haven’t I told you not to believe anything you read here? But definitely go check out the band Three Dog Night, they were rocking it when I was in high school back in the dark ages.
I’ve heard the meaning behind “three dog night” many times and from multiple sources. Go here if you want to see how the Urban Dictionary defines it. What it comes down to is that when it’s very, very cold you want three dogs in bed with you.
But that isn’t the point of this post. I’ll bet my regulars figured that out on their own.
Beginning with three dog night lets me segue to my day yesterday and its rating as a “three beer day”. Some of you may not think that’s too bad a day and for you that could be true. However, I come from an alcoholic mother and a Scots father and my genes are against me. Plus? I’m a total lightweight with alcohol. So three beers usually puts me to sleep, and not necessarily in a good way.
Since my promotion I haven’t seen any gray hair but I’m not looking all that hard. Also, as a former hair dresser told me once, my natural ash blonde color hides the gray quite well. Thank goodness! So, back to yesterday.
Well, let’s start with the day before. You may recall that I wrote this post about a secretary leaving to work somewhere else. Her departure was the second one in as many weeks. And the day before yesterday a third secretary gave her notice. I have no words. Oh wait, I have plenty of words. They’re just words I can’t use out loud in the workplace!
So now we’re up to yesterday. Not only am I supporting four of my own attorneys, but due to the recent departure I was temporarily covering two others for a secretary who now had six people on her desk! She was in the midst of trial prep and something she called an allocation which required a lot of focus so I offered to help two of her folks or find someone to help them if I couldn’t. Hey, that’s what a lead does, right? Leads? Well yesterday the work Would. Not. Stop. Coming. And then a visiting attorney who was using the appropriately named Visiting Attorney Office on my floor needed help. His was pretty easy and quickly finished. But following that I needed to set up a pleading format for a filing in Florida. We’re in Seattle folks. You do the math. So to speak.
By quitting time I was so done. It was a two beer night for sure and luckily I had five left of a six pack in my fridge at home.
JD met me at our bank to get the cashier’s checks for some monthly obligations and ask why they were holding onto our tax refund check which he’d deposited the night before. (It’s the federal government for heaven’s sake, if you can’t trust them…oh wait, never mind). He mentioned in passing something about getting bad news and of course I had to ask. Duh.
As you may recall, we’re due to go camping beginning tomorrow. Murphy had other plans. When JD went out to put a new electrical adaptor in the fifth wheel he discovered someone had broken into the trailer and probably close to $500 worth of property was stolen.
Hence, a three beer night. Alas I only had time for one after dealing with filing the police report and calling the insurance company.