Usually, I'm a pretty relaxed guy. This week, however, my level of anxiety has shot through the roof.
I still haven't heard back from the insurance defense firm. They said that they'd call by Monday and it is now Tuesday. I left a voicemail for one of my interviewers this morning, but I still haven't heard anything.
My birthday is looming, which means that, if I don't hear good news about this job, I'll be starting another year of my late 20's in a job that I could have done out of high school.
My co-workers want to make plans for my birthday (and several others at my firm). Their idea of making plans is to "go someplace swanky!" By which I hope they mean, "someplace that serves ridiculously cheap beer." But, somehow, I doubt it.
Given these circumstances, I'm a little on edge. You'd think Attorney 6 would have picked up on this, since I'm not exactly hard to read; but, he has not. Instead, he's still asking me to clean up his messes and leaving me notes that say, "Send out TODAY!"
If numbnuts doesn't stop yelling at me via post-it note, I'm going to throw him through a wall.