Watching: The Olympics, of course. And let me just tell you, the ceremony they did tonight to award Sale and Pelletier their gold medals moved the hell out of me. I positively sobbed. Those four skaters are the picture of grace and the absolute epitome of what sport is all about.

Reading: Bar exam outlines. Feh.

Oscar Pool Update

Entrants: 77
Prize Amount: $100

Enter. You know you want to.

This week has been one for the books, and in a bad way.

First of all, let me just preface this by saying that I'm suffering from PMS like you wouldn't believe, and I'm sure that added to everything, but even without it, it would have been, well, a shitty week.

On Monday, I discovered that one of the people I work for thinks I am a big fat liar. It is a long and involved story and I'm kind of over it now, but here's the short version:

1. I sent two letters to Company XYZ about a month apart.
2. The letters were never recieved.
3. Other mail sent from my floor has gone missing.
4. After provided copies of the letters to the above-mention person, I was accused of not only not sending the letters, but creating the copies the same day I was informed that they hadn't been received.

So basically, it went like this: "Hey, Elizabeth, Company XYZ never received our discontinue letters, did you send them?" "Why yes, I did, let me bring you my copies." Several days later: "Hey, Elizabeth, I think that not only did you not send these letters, but you typed them, back-dated them, printed them and copied them only after I called and told you they were never received." "Well, of course that's exactly what happened, because not only am I so incompetent that I can't write a simple letter, but I am extraordinarily deceitful and dishonest as well, so I made these letters up."

Right. Fortunately, I have plenty of people around me who know me and know I would never do anything like that, and I don't have to work with this person on a daily basis. Still, it has cast a pall over my job, and the only thing I'm grateful for is that I know I won't be there that much longer.

But anyway. It was a very, very bad start to the week.

Then, on Wednesday I had lunch with someone who was in a crappy mood and took it out on me via e-mail that afternoon. But in the meantime, I got into my car to drive back to my office after lunch and discovered a ticket for having expired tags. I had no idea you could get a ticket for having expired tags just by parking your car on the street, but hey, you learn something new every day.

Yes, hello, I have expired tags. I think that I have driven most of my adult life on expired tags. It's just another one of those things that I suck at taking care of, like making my bed and keeping the junk mail off the floor of the passenger side of my car.

So not only did I get a parking-style ticket for having expired tags on Wednesday, but on Saturday I got the full-fledged pulled-over kind of ticket which isn't so much a ticket as a summons to appear in court for committing a misdemeanor.

No kidding. I didn't get a fine. I got a ticket with a box checked next to a section that says something about a misdemeanor. I'm kind of impressed with myself in a sick, irresponsible, unlawyerly way. Maybe it's just because the week had already been so crap that I don't have enough left to take it seriously.

I think my favorite part of the whole ticket-receiving experience was the part where the cop asked me why my tags were expired and then waited for an answer, as though there was something reasonable I could have said. I just kind of mumbled because I thought the question was rhetorical, and he leaned down into the window and went, "Huh?" So I said, "Believe it or not, I don't really have an answer to that question."

I knew I was pushing my luck with my tags. Now that I have my tax refund, I honestly was going to go take care of it on the 25th, because I have taken it off of work to go to Topeka and take the bar, so I was going to do it on my way out of town, but I didn't think the cop would have believed me, and anyway, the tags are expired so it doesn't really matter, I've broken the law.

Anyway, Mr. State Trooper went back to his car, and I sat there on the side of the highway looking at all the cars passing me, because I'm always the kind of person who looks at the driver who's been pulled over and I figured if anyone was going to look at me, then by God, I was going to look at them back.

Then he came back and gave me a ticket and explained that I have to go to court on March 20 and to get my tags taken care of and take the receipt with me and I'd get a fine and that would be that.

And then the little bastard tricked me. I was thinking about this while I was waiting for him to come back, how I wasn't going to say it, what everyone always ends up saying when they've been handed a ticket, the two words that make you feel so ridiculous considering that the person you're saying them to has just busted you at something and cost you money, and I wasn't going to say it, except he tricked me. We had the conversation about what would happen at court, and I said the innocuous "Okay" as he handed me the ticket, but then as he was walking away, he said, "Be careful," and before I knew what was going on, I had said it.

"Thank you!"

Dammit.