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Tuesday, July 16, 2013


I've been feeling a little melancholy lately.  Combination of a few things.  

Stress is one.  I've been spoiled by the 40 hour work week, and not used to being so busy and actually having to work beyond my set hours.  I worked until midnight last Friday, and that's only because the coffee shop shut down. 

We're short-staffed (don't even get me started) at exactly the time of year when my work load picks up.  In addition to my increased case load, and my summer law clerk's last day is Friday, I, ridiculously, have added an extra project to the mix, to assist in creating a new pro bono program, and have a meeting on Friday, at which I need to have at least a solid outline drafted for education materials.  I have a presentation next Friday that I haven't finished yet.  We're applying to present at a workshop.  We're working on a policy statement for a pediatrics organization.  I'm working on a CLE (fortunately that has no date yet).  I've been spending a considerable amount of time schmoozing to get things moving on next year's huge fundraiser.  I also think I made plans for two nights next week, and I don't even know what they are or on what nights. 

I'm teaching the externship in the fall for the first time (it's been spring only the past two years), which will require some adjustments in the curriculum (I won't have Advocacy Day at the capitol to include, and again, being short-staffed).  I have a new law clerk starting for work study.  I've added med students to the mix, a new one every Friday during this term.  And I need to start discussing adding a social work internship, which requires finding a social worker in the clinic to partner with.  The insurance exchange begins in October, and I have no clue what that even means yet.  I'm taking two graduate level public health management classes this fall.  I'm coaching (I think) a mock trial team at my old high school.  We're doing Beethoven's Fourth in community orchestra, and I'll be lucky if I can play one note per measure and not poke myself in the eye with my bow.

And my kid starts kindergarten in less than a month.  I will have to start my day at 6:00 a.m.  I don't even like being forced to start my day before noon.  I'm going to die.

Yesterday, I had a bad day and my cheese slid off my cracker.  Bad day at work, came home, children fighting/screaming, burnt dinner, decided I give up, turned off burnt/undercooked dinner, went to bed.  Husband finished the dinner, managing to salvage it, before going to work.  (Did I mention, he's working 13 shifts in a row?  Because, greed.  The hospital is too cheap to hire enough people to cover when someone goes on vacation.)  Oh, and the new fish died too, so that was drama.  Then violin was drama.  Then even ice cream was drama.  Draaaaaaaamaaaaaaa. 

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