Monday (so far)

I had to go down to the office today to swap stuff out. That drive feels really long now, though traffic was still pretty good.


My employees are both back in the office now, which was their choice. I’m still working from home, and plan to do so as long as I can. I did put on my mask when I went into the office:

It’s weird af that masks are fashion now. They’re part of the outfit. This is the one my bestie’s mama made for me.

After I left the office, I made a quick stop at Walgreens in Chesterfield to grab some stuff I needed. Everyone was wearing a mask and social distancing. Good job. I may have bought a bunch of candy as well as four lip glosses. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Then I picked up the kids, and headed home, to discover that our table had finally been delivered. So this happened:

And this cuteness happened too:

Biz was very happy to see his best boy.

During lunch, I checked my email to find that the ex business partner had written me. His request is a reasonable one, and one I’ve put off entirely too long, so, in short: it’s time to dissolve the existing entity and start operating under a new name. It’s going to take some time to get it resolved, but I can’t put it off any longer. All of that shit went on the back burner when I found out my cancer was back.

{In the last 7 months I’ve had a business partnership implode, a terminal cancer diagnosis, and a pandemic hit while I’m seriously immune compromised. Also, my mother is dying. No wonder I’m so fucking stressed. 😆}

After lunch, I met with my primary care doc. She’s super weird, but super nice. I think I shall keep her.

Then I had to take Sansa to the vet.

She was not pleased. She’s getting spayed next Wednesday. Woot!!

I was pretty disturbed by the lack of masks and social distancing at the vet’s office. I expected more from them. Across the street from their clinic is a skate park, which was packed with teens without masks. Also, traffic was pretty bad. Guess it’s business as usual in St. Charles Co. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Fucking Trumper trash.


My cousin has been going through our grandmother’s things, and has texted me some photos she found. This is my favorite.


Happy hour starts in 20-ish min. I had a new tequila delivered today that we’re going to try. Yum. We’re making chili for dinner tonight. It’s the perfect weather for it: chilly and dreary. I can hardly believe it’s mid-May. After dinner I’m thinking a run followed by a bubble bath.

Later. 🤗

a day in the life: work day edition

9:20 am

I’m going to just type things here in this text box as they come to me throughout the day.

Those sleeping pills work, dude. Maybe too well.

My 9:00 appointment canceled. They always cancel. I don’t know why the ladies even bother setting them.

Traffic was beautiful today. I love driving on holidays.

I like staying home on holidays more tho. lol.


10:25 am

So far 3 out of 3 appointments have either canceled or no-showed. This is typical. Especially in the mornings.

At least it’s giving me time to get caught up on other stuff.

Just got an invite to N’s birthday party on 2/8. It’s a super small gathering. Beer & games at URB/Recess. Should be fun. Our February is already booking up. D and I want to go on a mini weekend vacay the weekend of Feb 21st. We’re thinking Memphis. Then that Sunday night, I have a ticket to see Rent!! And let’s not forget Valentine’s Day! I love Valentine’s Day!


10:58 am

Why are so many people comfortable with being late? It’s a huge pet peeve of mine. It’s so fucking disrespectful. On time to a professional appointment is at least 10 minutes before the scheduled appointment. I’ll give you a pass if you at least show up at the appointment time, but people who walk in ten to twenty minutes late like it’s no big deal: ooh that shit really fucking enrages me.


11:26 am

My 2020 rule of not working for free is starting to piss a lot of people off – including my staff.

People know what the rules are. If they choose not to follow the rules, I refuse to let that be my problem anymore. I’m done with this shit.

I’m extremely fucking annoyed.


12:16 pm

No longer annoyed. My mood swings, dude, let me tell you. Hey, I’m Cancer sun and Cancer moon. It goes with the territory.

I just finished my go-to Bread Co salad, aka The Jenn Special: half chicken caesar salad with extra dressing and add gorgonzola.

I think I need to cut way back on my drinking again. It has creeped up these past two weeks. We’ve had a lot of shit going on though. Soon I’ll be on oxy for a bit – so I won’t be able to drink. It will be easy to go full-on Keto during my recovery week. I’m hoping to lose a couple of pounds. I need to see the 140s again!!

Though, honestly, I haven’t been getting any complaints. If you know what I mean.

People who wait until the day before a foreclosure sale to call an attorney are baffling to me. And then they’re like: drop everything to save my house, but I don’t have any money to pay you.

cool, cool, cool. PASS.

One of my favorite work related things is when someone calls for a quote, then talks shit about the amount, hangs up on us, and then calls back like 30 minutes later to hire us. Yep. We’re a good deal, motherfucker, but now the price has gone up. *shrugs* Don’t be a dick!


12:42 pm

Five of the seven afternoon appointments have confirmed. Not that this really means anything. Haha.


3:30 pm

I just finished four back-to-back consultations.


Now I’m eating a beef stick and some cheese. Mmm.


3:39 pm

Some lady called here earlier wanting to file Ch 13 to stop the sale of her home scheduled for tomorrow fucking afternoon. Then I find out that the real estate is actually owned by her LLC, and she was going to go quit claim it into her own name. So I was like nah pass. I’m not in the mood to fuck with any of that shit today. Fast forward to just now, when a fellow bk attorney just told me that this chick also called her, and it turns out she has committed all kinds of fraud – including forging the judge’s name in a previous bankruptcy case. HOLY FUCK. Bullet dodged.


4:37 pm

Today I had two (male) clients not believe I was the attorney because apparently I look too young. On the one hand, it’s kind of a compliment, right? But, on the other hand, how rude for you to ask what my age is, random man who came in to discuss bankruptcy. My age is old enough to be the only attorney in the room, bro.


The office closes in 20 minutes, and I will be heading to a local bar/restaurant to meet up with Carrie. It will be good to see her and get caught up. Despite what I mentioned earlier in this post, I think I’ll be having a drink tonight. It has been a long day.

Not gonna lie: I’m dreading trying to park in the CWE and then walk in the freezing cold to the restaurant, but it will be worth it. Something I really enjoy about the suburbs are the fucking parking lots.





The daily recap: oh Monday, you bitch

Woke up at 5:58 am.

Sick dog shitting all over the place.

Grumpy, sleep deprived husband was up all night dealing with sick dog. Left him at home with the dog. (He was able to take a nap, thankfully).

Dropped the kids off at school.

Hauled ass to crim court in Clayton. My client didn’t bother to show up. Fun times.

Met with a couple of crazy ass motherfuckers at the office. I’m too tired to go into the details, but it was a whole fucking ordeal. I’m tired of dealing with legit crazy people all the fucking time.

More court. City muni this time. In the waiting room, I was forced to interact with this creeper who tried to bang me like 9 years ago. He told me a bunch of bad jokes. It was awkward.

Back to the office for more client interactions. The afternoon batch wasn’t too bad.

Left around 4:30 to do kid pick-ups. Finally got home around 6:15 pm. I go from the city to Chesterfield to Saint Peters to O’Fallon and seriously fuuuuuuuuck me, dude.

Almost cried with relief when I finally took off my shoes. Fashion means pain sometimes.

Started working again at 6:30. I worked at the kitchen bar while D cooked.


Back to work until a little after nine.

Used the pet stain vac to clean up Bismarck’s mess. Ugh.

Started this:

Not sure how I feel about it yet. The characters are weird.

Stopped in the middle of the show to dig Freya’s phone out of the fucking toilet. Sigh.

And now we are in bed. Fucking finally.

Good night. My alarm will go off in six hours.