Still Not Done With Me...

I will finish out the week at the law firm. They keep finding things for me to do. Things that get more and more complicated as we delve deeper into their utterly messed up and overloaded filing system. The storage rooms are getting full, and there isn't enough room on the shelves for everything that needs to stay upstairs. I told them that if they wanted me to come back and keep working on this stuff, they'd have to wait till after the wedding. They said they might take me up on that! I don't think they'd have enough for me to do to stay permanently, but who knows...

Sure can't complain about the money, or the hours, or the commute, or the food, or the people, and I know my body is reaping the benefits of hauling my ass up those steep downtown hills!