Yes, okay, three weeks between blog posts is too long. My screaming fans (both of them) demand regular content. I'm sorry, you guys, but it's been a pretty interesting three weeks. My boss's other paralegal quit and he doesn't want to hire anyone else because he's about to get the influx of Summer Interns (law students from the local schools that work for a ridiculously low amount of money to gain experience in writing and research so they can get jobs after they graduate). So I am now managing 140 cases. (Thank God it's not 180; we almost took on another big MDL litigation.) Note that I said "managing." That does not mean "working." (Which is good.) My assistant got promoted and I now have a Team. My assistant, another paralegal and the office manager, who helps me find people (like interns) to do things that need doing. So I find people to do the things that need doing, they do it, I make sure it gets done, and then it goes out the door. My job, as it has sometimes been, is to keep track of it all.
Luckily, I'm a huge fan of maps and graphs and spreadsheets and stranger things. The entire office is now revolving around one big spreadsheet that is tracking all the cases and what needs to be done for each. If I ever misplace that spreadsheet, I'm toast. We're having meetings once a week to reassign things depending on everybody's workload, I've got people using some software to track case notes and I'm starting to use fancy management words like "implementation" and "chaos theory." I;m getting my work email on my phone now, though I've been warned that this is a one way ticket down a black hole.
I've even started dressing better. Yes, that was a dress I wore on Wednesday. Even painted my nails to match. Electric blue.
So now that I'm Management, it of course makes perfect sense for me to sign up for another class, since the one I'm already taking in federal civil procedure isn't nearly enough, and going to OA meetings, getting together with my meditation group and swimming four days a week isn't taking up near enough of my time. Okay, yes, I did sign up for another class. But it's a writing class, so it's kosher. It's about journal writing and spiritual development and it's actually really good, although we've only met once so far. I'm reading my chapters and doing my little writing exercises like I'm supposed to. (Though I'm not sure what chapter we're on for this week. If it's chapter five, I'm good to go. If we're supposed to be up through chapter six, I'm a chapter behind.)
I also have three books I'm supposed to have read by next Saturday and one of them is this late-1800s novel that's like 500 pages long. Sheesh.
Oh yeah, and I'm writing a book, too. I think.
Imagine if I'd had kids.