Posts Tagged ‘housework’

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Pre-Acceptance Freak Out

January 28, 2012

Friday was a busier day than I anticipated. I thought I’d have my 10 am informational interview, and then a restful day at home, maybe with a phone call or two.

But my 10 am “informational” interview felt more like a real interview, and then I checked in with a friend who works at that firm for a while.  He ended up being close with one of the associates at the offer firm, so he put us in touch to chat.

I went home, spoke to this associate for an hour, and then called next week’s firm to see if I could move things up, and then had real work to do, and then decided to engage in negotiations with the ex to get child support up to snuff. Then I freaked out, a la paycheck calculator.

Here are some of the results:

  • Associate at offer firm gave a very nice and candid view of the firm. I ended up even more excited to work there. It was good.
  • Next week’s interview can’t be moved up: the firm is in talks with a senior person to come in as a partner. They were thinking if he does come in, they’d bring me in as a junior person to support him. But timing can’t be rushed, and the area isn’t my first choice (and isn’t – really – what my resume indicates I would do, so …. ????). I’m keeping the Thursday lunch on the Calendar for the sake of the “longer view.” it’s not going to be an option for me right now.
  • The Ex was less resistant than I anticipated. I’d done a good job for the past year or so in prepping him for the reality that I would not be at big firm forever, and therefore wouldn’t be able to continue to discount child support forever. I think we can avoid court.
  • But the paycheck calculator was mean to me. 

This will not be easy. I’m nowhere near having to make huge changes, like moving out of my house or selling my car, but the series of little changes are going to hurt. 


A friend joked today, “you won’t be able to run out and get the newest iPhone and iPad anymore!” not that I’d need a new iPad. Mine is great. But if the iPhone 5 comes out ….  


No, seriously. The clothes budget will be an issue, the food budget will be affected. Things like $200 athletic fees for sports will start to hurt. 


We like Calistoga Springs sparkling water, the orange flavor. David tends to buy a case of it now and again, bc it’s cheaper by the case. I was having a glass last night, and wondered “can we keep buying this?” I asked him how much it was, and he really didn’t know. “do you think we will have to look at things that closely?” he asked.  Yes. Yes, I do.


I may need to have Lemon quit her voice lessons.


And the  there’s my other hold out – Third to house and car – the housecleaners. A $200/month expense that I just can’t imagine giving up. I’d rather cancel cable. Having a lower income doesn’t mean I have a lesser job. (Odd as that may be, but the reality when you start out in BigLaw). I don’t have any more time to scrub and polish. The housecleaners don’t tidy – they keep up with the floors, the bathrooms, the dust bunnies under the radiators. And they force us (because all of our personalities require force) to keep up with our personal messes on a twice-monthly basis, so the dust and grime underneath the clutter can be addressed.


Before we had them, I was a sad lady. A mad lady. Weekends were unhappy times because I was resentful that I spent the week working and then the weekend cleaning. So maybe I’d sit on the couch and pout, instead of cleaning, and things were yucky. Then we’d plan to have friends over, and I’d have no choice but to tackle the weeks’ (or months’) worth of grime, and I’d go on a rampage. Cleaning and bitching would go hand-in-hand. I would, essentially, turn into my mother. And like the generations before them, my kids and husband would hide in corners somewhere or leave the house. 


I can’t think of anything other than these housecleaners that has increased the quality of my life to this degree.  Maybe my iPhone. Maybe – but it may have detracted, really, because of the, well, distraction.


So I will tenaciously hold on.


And we will tighten the belts and see how it feels.


And David is still on the job market. It was easier for me because the legal market here is picking up, but other markets are still slow.  I also am currently employed, and he, in contrast, has been managing the home for the past 5-6 years. He got a masters in that time, too, but even that is somewhat in the past. And in the time that he’s been looking, he kinda caught pneumonia – so, things have been slower.


Once he’s settled, I think we will be even closer to ok. 


And so – there I am. Freaking out, but still optimistic. Could be worse, right?


I could have to move … And I do not.

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Marathon Monday = Clean Office

April 18, 2011

Today was the Boston marathon, and so I did not go to work.

Not because I ran in it (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha), but because it ends pretty much at my desk.  The entire area turns into a zoo.  T stations are closed, roads are barricaded, things get crazy.  Of course, if I was busy or had Important Meetings, I could have been sure to get to the office early, and just stayed until the insanity cleared out. But I am not very busy right now, as my biggest cases have settled or otherwise stagnated, and so I stayed home.

After all, I had taxes to file.

Oops.

I had done the bulk of the work back in February.  My thinking was “let’s hurry up and get that extra $500!”  Like we had last year.

Ha ha ha. No.

Fortunately, the state was giving back almost the same amount that the federal was taking away, but still.

I never got around to completing the nonsense until today.

Thank you, marathon.

In order to complete the taxes, though, I needed a couple of papers.  The proof of insurance that my employer sent.  The paperwork showing the amount of last year’s excise tax on my car, to see if it would offset my federal taxes (no).  This meant I had to delve into my office.

Let’s pretend I’m posting a “before” photo, right here:

[Envision a huge mess]


It includes papers stacked upon papers, more papers and plastic bags on the floor, boxes from purchased items (my new camera, my iPhone 4 that I bought in August), all of the medical forms I searched for and couldn’t find over the past year, missing school directories that I’ve pulled many hairs out over, school photos for the past, oh, 12 years.  Snapshots from a political rally in San Francisco that WD and I took the girls to in 2002. Several books.  On the floor, on the desk, on the shelves. Framed photos of the girls that WD made with them for a gift YEARS ago (and that would look great on our photo wall …. geez!).  My law school degree (it’s big).  A New England Patriots hat I thought I lost.  The insert to Season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  An old iPod (holds 10,000 songs!! perfect for my road trip!)  Unused GAP, Amazon and Starbucks gift cards.

Now?  It’s a picture of organization.  To wit:

Or, what I did on tax day.

And look – the floor!  We can see the floor!!

(even the floor is clean - I know, I was on my hands & knees to get it that way)

The organization and cleanliness are good, but with limited usefulness.  See, I don’t *love* my office furniture (I mean, what’s to love?).  I want much more for the room (which is considerably bigger than what is shown here … but my work-at-home husband gets the lion’s share of the room, and I could not picture it.  We’ll leave that right there, with that period over there.)

I want considerably more for my part of the room.  In particular, I want this:

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I’ll even take the fans.  Both of them.

But when we first moved in, we had about 5 rooms more than we’d had before, and all of them needed to be furnished.  I wanted this then, but we ran out of money.  So we headed back to the old familiar.  Ikea and Ivar.  I bought some pretty green paint, too, thinking “if I paint the Ivar, it won’t be boring ad cheap-looking, it will be snappy!”

But it never got painted.  And even if it did ….

In addition to the look of the furniture, it’s really not comfortable.  I mean, that chair?  I’m so sure.

You know, if I got a real tax refund (instead of the $13 difference between my 2 returns … before figuring the $70 cost of Turbo Tax), I could have bought my pottery barn dream furniture.

But no.  Instead, I’m looking at that can of paint, wondering whether I can paint the furniture where it stands, or if I have to take it apart in order to really do it right.

Hmpf.