Um...

Did I say something about a real post with pictures and stuff? Yeah. Um, about that.

I spent hours of my day staring at a document production on this little laptop screen, and I just don't have the brain cells left to compose anything that isn't full of swearing about big, expensive fancy-pants law firms that pay enormous bucks to put many thousands of documents on CD without any rhyme, reason, and needless to say no index to same, just cryptic strings of numbers, and also ranting about corporate clients who didn't throw out invitations to golf tournaments dated 2002 and instead produced them with the project files, where they were scanned at considerable cost, and are being reviewed by people like me and about 40 people like me for various parties, of course at considerable cost. This case has nothing to do with golf, or Christmas parties, or Billy Joe Bob's sainted mama's favorite fried chicken recipe, but I swear I saw it in there, or maybe I was hallucinating by then, after all the golf tourneys and Christmas party invitations. Or maybe I'm just PMSed and hungry.

But I am back in my element, I know how to do this, and I can pop open three documents here and there as I move through the files, figure out what type of files these are, jot a note and move on, fast. Yet, with somewhere around 100,000 documents (I didn't want to add up all the numbers, I was afraid I would lose my will to live) it still takes a hell of a long time to blow though them quickly. Or at all. But I knew the job was dangerous when I took it. I'm off to rest my eyes.