The dog is clean. I came home from a dull and dumb day at the office and washed the dog. That's my big accomplishment of the day.

So what is it about a percentage of the legal profession (maybe it's all professions, I don't know) that makes Every Little Thing a Big Fat Hairy Deal? I spent a total of an hour of my day dealing with a Very Very Self-Important legal secretary, scheduling and re-scheduling depositions. Her people, not mine. Which makes this Her Problem, not mine. I LOATHE scheduling depos, I cry daily for a secretary so I can hand off this shitty little task (yes, that's bad of me, but I served my time in scheduling hell already, and I don't want to do it anymore.) So today I had to deal with Ms. Efficiency, who made my head hurt, over and over. I thought we were done and she'd call BACK. Everything was just So Serious. I could tell she was getting a bit put out by my lack of response to her tone of great seriousness and importance. I mean, I was pleasant and I'll try to accommodate her needs, but give me a break.

There, I feel better after venting that.

I worked on Bardot's sleeve this morning and I will go work on it again in a few minutes. I am disgusted with my lack of finshed projects lately, Bardot is first on the hit list. It's almost spring and I'm still messing around in wool. This just ain't right.