I have a new office

I guess I have been demoted. I no longer get the mail or faxes, I have nothing to with calendaring, I am completely out of the loop. My red stapler and I have been moved to the back office. The very back office. Boss Man told me he wants me to do the book keeping now. He says "you have a head for numbers, I think you will be happier doing this, I think you would make a great accountant."

I am being punished because I told him that I refused to do written discovery any more.

Doing discovery meant that I would compile the clients answers, create the document and wait. I would get an extension and wait, I would get another extension and wait. BM does not like to discovery and I do not like to nag and wait.

I am losing power, I am melting, I am melting.

The funny thing is, I am still writing petitions, motions, solving every problem in the office and answering everyone's questions. I am not doing discovery. I guess I can make time for bookkeeping too.

I like my new office, I can't hear BM's drawling and guffawing. I am starting to feel honest and clean again. The ringer on my phone is broken so I don't notice outside calls. It is peaceful. I told the receptionist to give calls for the BM's "legal assistant/paralegal/secretary" to the new guy.

Cymbalta makes everything better.