Two Weeks

Well, today ranks pretty high up on my list of "worst days ever".

The hearing was today. It was hard to sit there and listen to all of the lies. I'm praying that the judge saw through it. The case seems so incredibly obvious... but just because something is "right" doesn't mean that it will be upheld by the law. I'm getting used to injustice, even expecting it... this is going to be a close call.

I will get the judgement in the mail in a few weeks. I thought this was all going to be over today, and it isn't.

And there are still appeals left. This isn't the end by a long shot.

I never imagined that my life could ever get so messed-up and stressful. I've learned that people can be really crappy sometimes. Did I have to learn that so soon?

I'm trying to keep my sense of humor about everything- and I keep thinking of lines from "Two Weeks Notice". When I couldn't get a job because of my bad reference, I kept thinking:

Lucy: You called everyone but Slurpee Heaven.
George: That is not true. I did call Slurpee Heaven. They didn't want you. Heard you had attitude. Said you weren't "Slurpee" material.

And last night, when I was so engrossed in thinking about my case that I forgot to wash the shampoo out of my hair:

George, I have an ulcer, I don't sleep well, mostly because you keep calling me in the middle of the night, and if you don't call me I dream that you're gonna call me. I think about you in the shower...not in a good way, but in an I'm-so-distracted-I-can't-remember-if-I-washed-my-hair kinda way - so I'll wash my hair twice! So I have a hole in my stomach, I'm running out of shampoo and today is the first day in my life that I did not give a thousand percent on the job. And I hate that feeling.

Ha. I'm trying to be positive and tell myself that this is exactly the kind of situation that makes a person rise up, write a book, and sell it on Oprah.