Update

It is still interesting at work.

Admitedly, I seem to make more "sloppy" mistakes here than anywhere else I have ever worked. I'm at a loss as to why. I have noticed it seems to correspond with my stress level. My boss has a way of totally freaking me out. As I mentioned before he is a very high stress guy. He will totally "tear you a new one" over a typo. I'm not kidding. Goddess help you if you forget to number pages or miss a date.

Usually my mistakes start small and build. I think its because when he starts to freak out, I freak out and well, no good comes of that.

They always end badly--larger mistakes like not catching parcel description errors or the incorrect recording office being listed on a deed. Mind you they always get caught before the document goes out, but still.

They are giving me new office furniture though, and a better office. I have no idea why. I don't know that I see myself there in three years. I think I'd do better on my own or maybe a lower stress office. We'll see. I know I am not the only associate there who feels that way. They seem to go through us at a rate of about one a year. I think this years candidate has already made himself known.

Meanwhile, I just keep going to work and coming home at night. I work out, and read--alot. Drink some. Watch the occasional crack whore wander down the street looking confused. They still aren't certain about this neighborhood having turned around--they get lost and wander down here. Occasionally, a pimp tags along. They leave quickly--on their own or with the help of the local cop who parks on our street.

I also have my eye on a building down the street that would make a lovely late night bookshop. It's right next door to a gay club, pretty odd crowd, but nice enough. Clif and I have gone a couple of times--straight people take over on Friday and Saturday because it is the only local place which isn't a meat market for the university students.

They have a pretty good drag show on most Saturday nights.

Isn't life strange?