friggin' boards & Johnny Depp

Goddamn boards.
Hours and hours and hours & days & hours spent compiling cases spanning the last 7 years which were TOTALLY devoted to my professional development...Well, that and birthing children, feeding children, clothing & feeding & educating children. they always want something, little assholes. Oh, and seeing my mom to death's door and back; twice. Of course all with the full and loving support of my darling Nick; let's face it, his help is an advantage akin to a swimmer having a lead-lined granite speedo with iron flippers swimming through a pool of magnets.

OK, so I finally got my case list together despite the near death-blow of being denied most of my charts by my first employer of 4 + years. The vile practice owner didn't let the fact that he wasn't giving me my paychecks get in the way of making constant revolting passes at me. Then he proceeded to deny me my charts. I guess he ended up screwing me after all. bleck.

Anyway, so now I have (hopefully) all the shit together. One giant binder, each page neatly numbered at the top right hand corner with red ink. Off it goes tomorrow for the Friday deadline, so it may be reviewed by the members of the board after they have their smoothies made from puppy hearts and children's tears. If things go well they will notify me that I may write them another $600.00 check and report for 2 days of torture in June for orals.

On the brighter side, Johnny Depp will be on my street this week making a movie. I expect that he will spot me, know me immediately for my deep inner beauty, and demand that I fix his hammertoes. I hope he has good insurance.

Nick nicetly # 7: deferred for board material preparation (I can always come back once I think of something)