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Sep. 21st, 2006 07:06 amI'm not going to read LJ because I cannot tolerate hearing people complain about their lives when they have time enough to go to the grocery store, watch tv, and shit. I haven't been to the gym in over a week. I worked non-stop since Sunday at 2pm when I flew to detroit for a MSPB hearing. I prepped the case all night over a diner of nachos (which, oddly, settled my unhappy stomach). I woke up and prepped witnesses for 9-10 hours, researching all the issues from every possible angle. I assessed their credibility. The idiots from HQ showed up and started blasting my BB with messages like "Where is the hearing" and I had to resist responding "See the prior email with the address you fucking overpaid lazy fuck." They're on vacation, and I'm killing myself. I prep the night before the hearing.
Tuesday I wake, eat as much as I can knowing I'm not getting lunch or diner, and go to the hearing. Our opponent is pro se, and my mentor allows me to do the hearing myself, kinda. He's in my ear with all sorts of advice, much of which I take but I about lose it when he's going off "You really need to hone in on what they're saying, you have to attack every thing they say, don't let it go, rip it apart..." while the guy is testifying. I finally note I respect his advice but I cannot simultaneously hear his advice and the witness. The hearing goes well, and somehow we manage to catch our flight Tues at 5:39. I land at 7:10, grab my suitcase and bug Jen for a ride, am home about 7:30 pm. 8pm I make it to class. 9:30 I get home, shower, and fall down.
Wed I am up at 4:30, catch up with 3 days of email, and to work at a little before 7. I am cover to cover at work, and now I face prehearing submissions that have to go out Friday for the same asshole's EEOC case on the same issues plus maybe 7-12 more. I want the MSPB decision to shut this down as already adjudicated, but the judge hasn't responded to my motion. I received the case materials late and incomplete, and find that the selection decision he complained about is undocumented, so I'm now also trying to hurridly get the promotion pool information documented. The witnesses both claim they don't remember what they selected on or who was in the panel...fucking great. I get a call from the mentor who is on the road with another case, and he wants me to send out more discovery whining on two cases. I have more work than I think I can do before Friday...
...but when I get to my bus assoc class, he has revised the syllabus on MONDAY when all us working fuckers prep for our classes on the weekend. I had no weekend so I could be ready, and he has tacked on about 50 pages - throwing out a lot of the work I sacrificed my weekend for. So instead of being ahead I'm stuck behind, and was baffled by the subject matter in class for most of the lecture. I was so tired from this running around I could hardly concentrate, and absorbed little from class.
5:30 am and I eat my 4 pieces of grainy bread before hitting the office. Diet soda is the only drug I'm leaning on, but I'm leaning on it. It's not helping. I am behind and there is no end in sight. I have literally not had a moment to myself, except my one work-break of wathcing the back half of kill bill in the hotel tv, since Sunday at 2pm. So shutthefuckup about how difficult your life is. And I'll shut up because I do this to myself - I could just be a waiter.
Tuesday I wake, eat as much as I can knowing I'm not getting lunch or diner, and go to the hearing. Our opponent is pro se, and my mentor allows me to do the hearing myself, kinda. He's in my ear with all sorts of advice, much of which I take but I about lose it when he's going off "You really need to hone in on what they're saying, you have to attack every thing they say, don't let it go, rip it apart..." while the guy is testifying. I finally note I respect his advice but I cannot simultaneously hear his advice and the witness. The hearing goes well, and somehow we manage to catch our flight Tues at 5:39. I land at 7:10, grab my suitcase and bug Jen for a ride, am home about 7:30 pm. 8pm I make it to class. 9:30 I get home, shower, and fall down.
Wed I am up at 4:30, catch up with 3 days of email, and to work at a little before 7. I am cover to cover at work, and now I face prehearing submissions that have to go out Friday for the same asshole's EEOC case on the same issues plus maybe 7-12 more. I want the MSPB decision to shut this down as already adjudicated, but the judge hasn't responded to my motion. I received the case materials late and incomplete, and find that the selection decision he complained about is undocumented, so I'm now also trying to hurridly get the promotion pool information documented. The witnesses both claim they don't remember what they selected on or who was in the panel...fucking great. I get a call from the mentor who is on the road with another case, and he wants me to send out more discovery whining on two cases. I have more work than I think I can do before Friday...
...but when I get to my bus assoc class, he has revised the syllabus on MONDAY when all us working fuckers prep for our classes on the weekend. I had no weekend so I could be ready, and he has tacked on about 50 pages - throwing out a lot of the work I sacrificed my weekend for. So instead of being ahead I'm stuck behind, and was baffled by the subject matter in class for most of the lecture. I was so tired from this running around I could hardly concentrate, and absorbed little from class.
5:30 am and I eat my 4 pieces of grainy bread before hitting the office. Diet soda is the only drug I'm leaning on, but I'm leaning on it. It's not helping. I am behind and there is no end in sight. I have literally not had a moment to myself, except my one work-break of wathcing the back half of kill bill in the hotel tv, since Sunday at 2pm. So shutthefuckup about how difficult your life is. And I'll shut up because I do this to myself - I could just be a waiter.
