smellin' of patriotism Yesterday I went to work to collect my belongings. Or ex-work, I should say. I put Juniper in the sling and took the max train, which was by golly the most exciting thing she had ever done. Moving vehicle! While sitting on Mommy's lap! Yay! She didn't even bitch at the stops- in the car she will bitch at every stoplight. She likes the car to go, dammit. I've tried to explain traffic laws to her, but she seems to think we should just buy an ambulance and turn on the siren to cruise around town nonstop. But anyway, my old coworkers were treated to some unexpected cuteness. Things around the ol' office have changed a little. One of the attorneys has hired an assistant that looks like she's had too much sun/is anorexic/does too many drugs and drinks heavilly/grew up an orphan in a war zone. And my boss hired a bunch of cute women- an associate attorney and a paralegal. The outgoing paralegal (who gave her notice like 2 months ago, but won't leave until everything is so organized that files will just find themselves if you ask nicely) says that they are both pretty incompetent, but show promise. I bought the outgoing paralegal a present to remember me by- a little porcelain kitty, decorated Russian style, with its tail up in the air and a little butthole painted on. Nothing says "I'll miss you" like cat butt. But, of course, I had more shit there than I could carry. I didn't remember having so much stuff. So I had to go back in the car with Bill that evening to collect it all. I went up to get the box while Bill walked around with Juniper, and as we were leaving the guy that ran the art gallery on the ground floor of the building came out to say how he had never seen a father so dedicated to his daughter before, that we were a beautiful family and that it gave him renewed faith in humanity. Then he told us we should stop by his gallery sometime. Maybe he wants to paint us? I don't know. But it was nice to be able to create a touching scene. |