Playing Hooky

I took a personal day and did not go into work. Yay! I needed a day to just chill and be me. I had a doctor's appointment - another trip to see the orthopedist. I asked for a personal day last week, and I got it... the first one in... ever. So, I went to the doctor (I am now un-splinted, but my pinky is stiff and needs stretching), then found my way up to Bethesda for lunch with my friend who's getting married (what a mess - I ended up going through the city because GW Parkway was closed due to an accident). I then wandered back down to Dupont Circle and got a badly-needed haircut. (I swear, I was beginning to look like Scary Spice, but scarier.) I then undertook the ordeal of renewing my vehicle registration at DMV, after which I got stood up by the legal headhunter I was supposed to meet back near Dupont at 6. (wtf?) In the meanwhile, I got some status updates from the office - my boss is such a dirty clown, he is losing his mind and taking his control freakishness to a new level. First, I need to bring you up to speed about the new guy. My boss didn't tell us he was hiring someone else. I confronted him after our IT guy called on Friday to try to set up the new guy's computer remotely. If that didn't happen, it would have been news to me that the new guy was starting work on Monday. Because I confronted him, I got the obligatory invitation to lunch on Saturday. So the new guy comes to work on Monday. He's nice, seems decent. He is not a first-year attorney, has some trial experience. Left a much bigger firm and a much bigger paycheck to come to our little shithole. It only takes my dirty clown of a boss two days before the new guy senses that something is up. Two days - a new record! The new guy is very astute and perceptive. So the new guy invites me and the other attorney to happy hour yesterday, where we dished out the dirt. Once we pinky-swore to be honest about stuff, he told us his observations and we told him the dirty laundry. All of it. He ended up drinking a LOT of alcohol. So today, the boss creeps closer to the edge. He is implementing a new policy - we have to sign in and out whenever we leave the office. Um, last time I checked, I was a salaried worker... AND he decided to move the new guy into a different office instead of keeping him in the room with me and the other gal. I called that one - but dirty clown was too slow to do it outright. So now it looks funny that the new guy is off by himself and we now have our secretary (who he bugs incessantly, a reason now for him to come in and spy on us) in the office with me and the other attorney. He's lost his goddamned mind. He can kiss my ass about that sign-in book. His paranoia and control issues are his issues, not mine. If he wasn't such a dirty clown, we wouldn't need to be this way. He brought this on himself. All I know is, I am not signing any goddamned book unless he pays me at an hourly wage. Fuck him and his sign-in book. He is already trying to stir up drama... and he is such a liar. I hate looking at his shit mouth, because I can tell now when he's lying. He's such a nincompoop. The new guy, however, has hopes that when the shoe drops, the clients won't all run. I do know that not all will run - but there will be severe trust issues because it may appear that we associates have been in on it. I don't need that drama. That's why I'm going to skate and find a new job. Fucking dirty clown...