Law Firm Shmaw Pirm

Today I got a phone call at 7:00 am from my temp agency lady, Cyndy.
yes that was a spelling choice her family made. She asked If I could be at this law firm by nine, and I pretended I had been up for hours, because WHY would I be sleeping at 7 in the god forsaken morning? Silly Cyndy! I already went for a jog and milked my cows! DUH! So up I hurled myself up and only managed to rip one pair of tights (ok I know they are not really tights, but don't you dare think for one second that I will use any of the other name options). I got onto the crowded train, giving dirty looks to every man sitting down, not offering me a seat, then grabbed a Dunkin coffee because here in the Chicago land they are easier to find than um... rice at a Chinese guy's house?

So I am now thinking about how once again I have been placed in a law firm... do you think goddy wants me to take this as a sign? Perhaps to be a lawyer?..or perhaps to make sure I have legal representation should I rob a bank?...or perhaps to let me wear high heals and pretend I am important?...

So far one person has made eye contact with me, and one person handed me a package.
FRIENDLY!

(I also got a bagel at the Dunkin but i'm too scared to eat it, so I might pass out or something. whatever..something to blog about!)