wtf

I wish my clients would take a deep breath and think about what they’re going to say before it comes out of their mouths.

If I hear one more time, “This bankruptcy ruined my life,” I’m gonna lose my shit.

Oh did it? Did getting rid of that $100,000.00 in debt ruin your life, Martha? I’m so fucking sorry to hear that.

That’s basically how I respond to them, because I don’t even give a fuck anymore. I’m so fucking sorry that you got rid of all of your debt but now you can’t turn around and immediately buy a house because you have shitty credit. Cry me a motherfucking river, my dude.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

people fucking suck

I’ve been trying to stay off the internet, because the internet is dark and full of terrors. Seriously…I fucking can’t with people right now.  It has been easy to do today because I was absolutely slammed at work.

The blog doesn’t count. The blog is exempt.

haha

Seriously though, Facebook is a pile of shit and I’m back to wanting to just deactivate my account. I’m tired of learning seriously alarming and disappointing things about people I like and/or love. I mean, I guess it’s better that I know, but still. It’s all very disheartening.

Oh and I can’t even with how everyone is suddenly an expert on the First Amendment. *epic eye roll* Read Brandenburg v Ohio and get back to me, please.

And listen…I get that it is so much worse for minorities and that they have been living with this ridiculous, disgusting bullshit fucking forever now. I get to have my feelings, though, and this is my space to express them. That should go without saying, but, ya know…motherfucking people are going to people. (That’s my new version of haters gonna hate, btw.)

There are like maybe 20 people I don’t absolutely loathe interacting with at this point.

*insert middle finger here*

I have three people for whom I carry some serious resentment. I call them The Big Three in my mind…haha. I need to find a way to get past it, but they always make it so fucking difficult with all their martyr syndrome bullshit and/or the inability to concisely answer a fucking question or just be chill for like once. Ugh. Today is supposed to be a rest day for me, but I may need to run anyway in order to channel some of this rage. Because now it’s ruining my day and that is just fucking stupid. TGIF for real though. I need an extended break from people.

five pet peeves

  1. Passive aggressive behavior: just fucking say what you want to say, bro.
  2. Lateness: especially when clients are late for appointments, but really any sort of lateness drives me crazy. Be where you said you were going to be, when you said you were going to be there. It isn’t that hard. People like to say better late than never, but I disagree. Never is perfectly acceptable to me.
  3. These two are sort of related so I’m going to post them together: (a) when you try to move into the next lane and the person in that lane speeds up to block you, and (b) when you let someone over and they don’t wave to say thanks. Rude.
  4. When I’m talking to someone, and they aren’t fully listening to me/engaged, I feel epic rage.  I don’t make a point of speaking with most people, so if I’m talking to you then it’s important to me.
  5. People who spaz out on you the moment you see them, making the entire interaction super fucking painful and awkward, while you watch them spiral further and further out of control until they finally just leave; meanwhile, the entire time you were just standing there staring at them like what in the actual fuck is happening right now.  I have two people in mind where this is a constant issue, and I think that maybe I just make them nervous, which makes me feel like a bit of an asshole for what I just said, but still…fucking chill. Some people just have no chill, I guess.

I can taste blood

because I’ve been biting my tongue all morning. So far I have refrained from going off on:

  • a court clerk
  • a prosecutor
  • my employees

All of whom have deserved my wrath on this fine fucking day.

I am definitely practicing patience and kindness today.

Oh and tomorrow? Tomorrow is going to suck hella fucking hard. I have a case on the docket tomorrow morning that is so fucked I can’t even…

This is why so many attorneys are alcoholics.

*EPIC FUCKING SIGH OF FRUSTRATION*

*hulk smash*

This is a stupid, petty little rant, but I need to get it out:

I fucking hate co-parenting sometimes.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I bought tickets for the family to go see Rogue One tonight. I bought these tickets like two weeks ago as part of the kids’ Christmas countdown activities. We made a point of telling the kids about it ahead of time so that they could tell the other parents about it. We wanted to avoid having them see it twice in a short period of time. Both of the other parents are big Star Wars fans, so this was a good possibility. I even told my ex about it personally, because I knew I couldn’t rely on children to relay information.

So what happens? Both kids told us when we spoke to them this weekend that they had seen the movie with the other parents. Okay fine. I can still work with that. But…it gets better! My ex called earlier to tell me something unrelated and happened to mention that he took Jackson to see it twice this weekend. Fucking twice. When he knew we had tickets to go see it tonight!

That’s just such a dick move, in my opinion. He just shit all over my fucking plans. I paid like fifty fucking dollars for these tickets, and there is no way Jackson is going to want to see it a third time in as many days. I don’t blame him. Ugh I’m just so (admittedly probably irrationally) angry about this and I want to shit all over something that is important to him just to be an asshole.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck you so fucking hard. Grrr.