The Reliable One

Yeah, being called reliable isn't the worst thing in the world but damn it carries a heavy load some days.  It's like don't worry, I'll take care of it.  Not today Satan.

The Thinker has been out the last few days and it's well deserved.  I have been trying to manage between both areas.  I did it for almost 2 years so three days shouldn't be a big deal.  Everyone is swamped so it's not just me.  Then a problem got pointed out and I realized I was the one that worked on it.

It was dealing with a justice court and I wasn't shocked what I filed got rejected.  I thought I'll take a look at it when I come back from my walk and either re-file it or let the attorney and paralegal know.  

The diva ran into a similar situation and let me know in our chat what happened to her.  I got the feeling that she was trying to tell me what to do.  She had sent me over why it got rejected and really, it was something out of my hands. I needed more direction from the attorney and paralegal.  It's like thanks but I'll see what they say.  Go back to Tick Tock or whatever song you're going to sing to all of your fans.  Don't even get me started on the filter she's using.    

Then she started with the How we should have a cheat sheet for this particular file that I worked on and how it would be nice.  If I was in the office, I would be in such much trouble for the swearing that I was doing.

I replied I started a cheat sheet for a different county but I have not had time to finish it.  I wouldn't know how to work on the one that had an issue because I'm not sure what I should do with it. I told her I had several new files to get started, it was my turn to work on other filings and I'm SPENT.

She's a pain in the ass.  I thought you did not listen to anything I said when I trained you and now you're telling me what I should be doing?  Go F all the way off.  I'm repeating what Don Lemon said the other day.  F all the way off, diva!  With that said, she said I guess I'll go back to my area.  Yes.  Please do.  Mind your business and go dance to Oingo Bongo and ignore court reporters calling you.

You can interpret my written words any way you can.  If you were to call and ask if I'm annoyed, the answer would have been yes.  The lurker has been out the last month and will be back next week.  The Thinker will be back tomorrow and I'm sinking farther down the hole with work.  The thought of me helping Frick and Frack just didn't help my mood.

I'm tired to be everyone's reliable go to in these situations.  I saw that the Vaper and Regina covered some things in the Thinker's area.  I spoke to Regina for some time.  Actually Regina did most of the talking and I was ok.  I was tired.  I really didn't mind it.  

I know I definitely didn't want to talk to the diva.

She does that type of thing a lot in our meetings.  She'll say I would like to see this in a pie chart.  I would like to see an itemization of this topic.  What the omg . . . It was kind of a relief to go see my doctor when we had our latest call because I got spared my mind being lost when she started.  She definitely would have noticed the red spot on my nose.  Hopefully it'll be more healed the next time I have to turn on my camera because she zeroes in on that. 

She prides herself on being from my generation.  Generation X doesn't like anyone.  

We definitely don't claim someone who lip syncs to Jewel.  

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