My glamorous legal career is off to a good start. I got into the office at 7AM and left at 6:45PM. Tomorrow looks like it will be the same way.

Meanwhile, my mother has expected me to make hotel reservations for friends of hers (after my sister charitably explained to our sainted mother that if there's already me, Rob and two cherubs plus my mother in a 3 bedroom condo, there really isn't room for two more adults). But I have not because I don't have time to look at what hotels are nearby to ensure that they're clean and I can't call these people because I don't get home from work till after they're in bed. I feel irked because this is why the gods invented the internet, so people on one coast can look up their own damn hotels on the opposite coast, and I wish I had the time to get it done during the day but I don't.

Guilt has done me in, I went ahead and booked a room for them for two nights; they can decide where to stay after the weekend. I had to front the payment on my credit card, so I hope they aren't going to express surprise that I made the choice without consulting them. I also hope they promptly remit their bills as I am just coming off unemployment.

I haven't taken lunch yet this week. The most I've done is run to the bathroom and run down to the lobby to buy something which I bring back to my desk and eat while working.

Remind me again why I wanted to be a paralegal? :/