Monday, September 10, 2007

She took yer JOB!

I’m not a Mexican, but today I stole a good American’s job.

Unbeknownst to me, the bigwig senior attorney in my office demanded to work with yours truly. It just so happened that the bigwig senior attorney previously “belonged” to my thirty-eight year old, female, recently separated, legal secretary, stalker ex-“friend.”

(For those of you who pay attention, that’s the same thirty-eight year old, female, recently separated, legal secretary, stalker, “friend” who I spoke about several times several months ago and then never again. I never elaborated on the “ex” part—when I probably should’ve—because the story of me and her turned out to be the story of my life: it didn’t work out). Oh, you can also read about our adventures here, if you’re looking to gag yourself.

But that’s beside the point, this reassignment of me to “the bigwig” is headline news in local office politics; something I try to stay miles away from. For the last three days, since the news hit the floor, doors have been shut, and whispers have filled the halls. At least in my mind they have.

And despite all the drama and petty power plays that are accompanying this change, the reassignment is a great career move for me. The bigwig isn’t just a bigwig in my office, she’s also a bigwig in the city and a great contact to have. She’s one of the first women to graduate from Stanford Law and a very successful, independent woman to be associated with. Not to mention, I think she suffers—though it hasn’t impeded her—from anxiety, so all in all, she’s a great woman role model to have in my life.

The bottom line is, even though I essentially stole someone’s job, I’m pumped!

And in my state of glee, I’d like to take a moment to thank my anxiety for this feat. Without thee, I never would’ve been able to bust my ass so hard at crunch time, or do my job so meticulously. There’s nothing like self-doubt and anxiety to fuel that oh-so-important attention to detail and speed that I wield so easily. I guess anxiety isn’t all bad after all, at least not today.

7 comments:

Sean said...

Yes! Sweet! Score! This calls for profanity, Leila. Fuck yeah!

Addie said...

Congratulations, Leila! Don't feel bad about your ex-"friend"'s job. This kind of thing happens all the time. I wish you all the best in your new job!!
Addie

Woolly said...

Well done. Just put on your chain mail to stop the back stabbing.

Go on, tell us how the "ex" bit happened. I love other people's friend dramas.

Debaser said...

Congratulations, Ms. Vine. NOW GET TO WORK. You have importanter things to do now!

But, yeah, that rules. Contacts ARE a great thing to have, especially in the legal community. You are now invincible.

Barbora said...

Good for YOU, Leila!

Leila V. said...

Thanks for not thinking I'm evil, guys. I've been working my ass off since this reassignment. It's been a minimum of ten hour days since the switch. Once I get the backlog of work caught up, and a second to breathe, I'll post about mine and the ex-"friend"'s breakup, (since Woolly wants details), (nothing too exciting just petty passive-aggressive feuding)...

Anxiety and Panic Attacks said...

Really nice blog my friend. It's now in my bookmarks! :) Keep the good job

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