Dec 31 2008
My Last Post Of 2008
So, here it is. The last post of 2008. Please manage expectations loyal readers, I am in the midst of a crisis so it is hard for me to be my usual comedic genius slash uber insightful self. (Remember that expose on the jury system in America) This is the crisis - I think I have become filled with rage. I am slightly nervous for my welfare and for that of the people I work with (or more likely, work for). When I was in law school, I planned a law school trip to Argentina. One of the classmates on the trip had a SIZEABLE rage problem. He threatened to kill me (at least that was the subtext of his drunken explosion of anger) because he was unhappy with the tour guide we had selected. I thought his reaction was slightly out of proportion. I could not understand how a seemingly rational individual could lose control like that Well, fast forward three years. Picture it (ha I am Sofia Patrillo, a dream I have had for many years): associate office, December 31, 2008, 9:10 AM. A young girl receives an email that asks her for her “feelings” on a brief. That young girl becomes enraged. ”Why is this clown asking me for my feelings on New Years Eve day? Why doesn’t he leave me alone until after the new year?” she screams, to herself, silently. She is fuming (again, to herself, silently). Then, after 10 minutes, she responds to the email with her “feelings” and then closes the email with “Happy New Year!! Please Let me know if there is anything else I can do!!” As you may have guessed, that young girl was none other than me, Fat Spinsta. I am not sure why a simple email would make me so mad. Ever since Christmas I have been easily (and disproportionately) enraged. And, clearly, it is an internal struggle since I lack the strength to air my grievances aloud (except anonomously to strangers on the internet). I hope that in 2009 I will go back to the breezy, care-free Fat Spinsta (or at the very least, the Fat Spinsta with selective memory who only remembers when she is care-free or breezy). Only time will tell . . . And by that I mean less than one day. Happy New Year!!! GRRRRRRRR. Glurp, Glurp. (Be afraid, be very afraid)
