Post Thirty-six: A foul mood has descended

My favorite paralegal just gave her two weeks notice (which means that she was escorted to the door) with the plan of starting at "greener pastures" across the road.

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I am choosing to remain in a foul mood regarding this development. How dare she leave me here to deal with my caseload all on my own? More importantly, the pleasure of coming into the office each day just took a slight nosedive (and can there be just a "slight" nosedive?). She was fun to be around, well, at least as much fun as a coonass can be, that is, and quite easy on the eyes. But that is beside the point, since I'm married.

So it sucks. Hope you enjoy your new job, M. Perhaps you'll be able to pick out my office from across the highway: it'll be the one with the dark clouds.

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