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So I return from the wilds of Baltimore (part 1)
Had a fun little mini-work-trip. Rode up yesterday evening (slept in the back of executive sedan), had dinner -- quickly -- with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mommybird and pistorius, who are charming and quite cool, and then busied myself preparing meeting materials until 4:00 am.
(Side note: I had the dumbest cab driver ever on the way to dinner. Honest. I get in the car and say "Park Avenue and Monument, please." Guy says "You want Charles Street?" Understandable confusion as there is a park with a monument in it on Charles St. and English is far from this guy's first language, but even after I tell him I'm going to Name Of Church at This Exact Address, it took him a couple of bucks' worth of time on the meter to get his head around the concept. My feeling? Cab drivers should be, as I'm told they are in London, required to apprentice on a bicycle, following taxis around, until they learn where stuff is. Also, they should have maps in the freakin' car!)
I shit you not. What happened was, the attorneys had a pre-meet thing yesterday at which they totally finalized the contents of one handout (by which I mean inch-thick book O documents, with tabs, velo-bound). They called me at around 4:00 (pm, yesterday afternoon) to tell me the final contents, order, etc., and I amended all fifteen copies (created and bound the previous time they told me that was definitely the definite final form the thing was going to take [g]). Packed them in a box, along with -- here's where it gets fun -- fifteen copies of another set O documents for the other handout, of which they will use some but not all. Won't be able to velo-bind these in the hotel, so I pack three-ring binders. And numbered tabs. And a staple remover. And a three-hole punch. (When I'd had the copies made, velo-binding was still an option, so I hadn't copied the damn things onto three-hole paper. Would have saved me some time.)
So. Around midnight, the junior partner had finished preparing her outline and deciding what order these exhibits should occur in the handout. It now falls to me to rearrange, tab, and hole punch the suckers, get them in the binders, and highlight tiny parts of four of the items in each set.
Went back to my room, changed into PJs, turned on Nick at Nite (love, love, love that they have the Cosby show now), and cranked those babies through until 4:00 am. Hit the rack.
Alarm went off at 7:00. Fortunately, my presence was not required at the meeting/presentation itself. So I gave the attorneys their binders and went back to bed. Note to all: hole-punching that much stuff will give you a bruise on the heel of your hand.
Glad it's the weekend. :-)
mommybird and pistorius, who are charming and quite cool, and then busied myself preparing meeting materials until 4:00 am.(Side note: I had the dumbest cab driver ever on the way to dinner. Honest. I get in the car and say "Park Avenue and Monument, please." Guy says "You want Charles Street?" Understandable confusion as there is a park with a monument in it on Charles St. and English is far from this guy's first language, but even after I tell him I'm going to Name Of Church at This Exact Address, it took him a couple of bucks' worth of time on the meter to get his head around the concept. My feeling? Cab drivers should be, as I'm told they are in London, required to apprentice on a bicycle, following taxis around, until they learn where stuff is. Also, they should have maps in the freakin' car!)
I shit you not. What happened was, the attorneys had a pre-meet thing yesterday at which they totally finalized the contents of one handout (by which I mean inch-thick book O documents, with tabs, velo-bound). They called me at around 4:00 (pm, yesterday afternoon) to tell me the final contents, order, etc., and I amended all fifteen copies (created and bound the previous time they told me that was definitely the definite final form the thing was going to take [g]). Packed them in a box, along with -- here's where it gets fun -- fifteen copies of another set O documents for the other handout, of which they will use some but not all. Won't be able to velo-bind these in the hotel, so I pack three-ring binders. And numbered tabs. And a staple remover. And a three-hole punch. (When I'd had the copies made, velo-binding was still an option, so I hadn't copied the damn things onto three-hole paper. Would have saved me some time.)
So. Around midnight, the junior partner had finished preparing her outline and deciding what order these exhibits should occur in the handout. It now falls to me to rearrange, tab, and hole punch the suckers, get them in the binders, and highlight tiny parts of four of the items in each set.
Went back to my room, changed into PJs, turned on Nick at Nite (love, love, love that they have the Cosby show now), and cranked those babies through until 4:00 am. Hit the rack.
Alarm went off at 7:00. Fortunately, my presence was not required at the meeting/presentation itself. So I gave the attorneys their binders and went back to bed. Note to all: hole-punching that much stuff will give you a bruise on the heel of your hand.
Glad it's the weekend. :-)
wow!
Re: wow!
Oh, I'm paid by the hour. Have no fears. There's also a comp time arrangement, and if you work past midnight -- assuming you came in at 9 am -- there's a provision for getting an equal number of hours off the next day without using your annual leave. It's quite the arcane system. But yes, my compensation is adjusted accordingly. [g] Not like the attorneys, poor dears, who are totally salaried and never get overtime at all. (I hope the sarcasm was apparent there. It's true they work brutal hours, but they could work 24 hours a day and still be making more per hour, once you did the math, than we do. My sympathy is fairly low. [g])