A Day in the Life of a Blonde

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

In case you didn't notice, genius, I'm sick!

So today at work, I have all of my equipment set up and I'm just twiddling my thumbs until the lawyers get there. I have conventiently put the box of Kleenex that was in the room right next to me. I have a nasty cold. And, of course, being pregnant, I can't take DayQuil or anything for it, just suffer.

So in walks the lawyer, and she isn't looking so hot herself today. We have a quick chat, Hello, hello. Then she says, Oh, are you sick too? Yeah, I say, I have an pretty bad cold. She tells me she does too, and, in fact, she is so sick that she shouldn't even be here, but she doesn't think she will be long anyway, so she just wants to get this over with.

So we proceed with the Discovery. Everything is going along as normal until I feel like I HAVE to blow my nose or I will be in a lot of trouble. I feel a lull in the conversation as she and the other lawyer have just finished verbally abusing each other and they seem a little huffy in their own corners, so I proceed to go for the Kleenex. I manage to get one out of the box, almost up to my nose and -- she's into the questioning again. So I quickly put the Kleenex on my lap and continue to type (or write as us court reporters call it). I'm writing away and I feel what I think is another lull in the conversation (for the record, USUALLY when a lawyer hears or sees you grab a Kleenex they are nice enough to let you do your thing and then proceed). Just as I'm about to blow my nose -- another question. Ahhhh...I'm afraid if I don't blow my nose, and soon, it is going be running down my face -- ewwwww. So I wait for another lull, or so I thought I did. This time I manage to actually start blowing my nose, but did she wait for me to finish? Nope, she just kept on questioning. HELLLLLOOOOOO????? I only have two hands, and if they are busy blowing my nose...who is writing down the testimony? So I continue to blow my nose as fast as I can and she keeps on talking. I don't get it. She has been a lawyer for years...does she think the shorthand machine just does its own thing and I"m decoration? Anyway, that was frustrating. All I wanted to do was blow my nose. That's all.

I'm also thinking that she might not be the brightest lawyer...she was talking to me and I was standing up and I said something about the countdown until the baby is here being on and she said, Oh, you are pregnant? No, I just have a basketball under my shirt for the fun of it. Seriously, most people ask me if I'm due any day now, not IF I'm pregnant.

Anyway, that was my exciting day at work.

Signed,
Cranky Pregnant Lady

3 Comments:

  • At 6:55 PM, Blogger Laura said…

    I'm glad you got to blow your nose. I am trying to imagine myself playing for Fiddler in the middle of a song with snot running down my nose because I can't stop to blow. LOL - better you than me, chick! It's those kind of days that make you really appreciate the better ones!

     
  • At 9:52 PM, Blogger Chastity said…

    People are crazy....one day someone would ask if I was having twins and the next day someone would say I barely looked pregnant.

    That's cool that you're a court reporter; I honestly didn't know if there were any still around. I thought about going into that during one of my confused phases in college where I considered just about every career.

     
  • At 1:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I guess the mean, bitchy thing you could have done would have been to ask her, "Yes. Aren't you?"

    I'm just kind of mean that way.

     

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