Something apparently has crawled under my desk and died. It smells awful but I don't have time to pull everything out to look for it. Most unfortunate. :(

This weekend:

Take home quiz.
Take home final exam.
Chapter 13 homework.
Chapter 14 homework.
Accounting project (one month's work putting together the books for a make-believe company).

And then....it'll be over. Done. Finis. By the end of two more quarters, I will have two two-year degrees -- an Associate of Applied Science (includes the paralegal certificate) that I'm getting this month, and then a transferable-to-a-four-year university Associate of Arts in March.

How come two two-year degrees aren't equal to one four-year degree? Hmm?

Another paralegal at the firm I'm interning at got fired. He apparently had some words with his boss and his boss's words were, "You're fired." I spent yesterday moving from the reception desk to the fired paralegal's desk, catching up the stuff he didn't do before he left, and panicking quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) all day long that I wasn't getting everything done.

There's a variety of work ethics in the world. When I was laid off last year, I ran around labeling all the file cabinets so folks would know what to ship to New York and what had to go to San Francisco. I packed all the monthly bills and sent them to my counterpart in NY with notes on what was where. I sent an email to the attorney for whom I was tracking records to explain where the records were and what they looked like so he could send someone to Seattle to get them. Before the fired paralegal left, I asked him, "What needs to get done on your desk?" and he shrugged, "Who cares? Better you than me." No wonder he's going onto unemployment at the same time that I'm coming off it, huh?