Work has been manic lately and I've been working all day and going home only to crash for the last couple of days, I haven't even seen my sister or the rest of my family for that matter, despite living in the same house! I did get to see the Boyfriend yesterday though and that was quite nice. He picked up my car for me (a very thinly veiled excuse I might add. Claiming to want to pamper me and pick me up from work when really, I know he just wanted a go at driving my new car) and came to pick me up from work after adding his own touches to my car, including sorting out my lights and getting me a little car freshener :)

I ended up running into one of our client's last night when the Boyfriend and I went to get some food. The dude has been charged with molesting a woman and while we are defending him and believe he's innocent till proven guilty, I clung onto the Boyfriend just a wee bit tighter than I might have normally done. I can't help myself (though I try to make it as unobvious as I can). He has been shifty about coming clean with the whole truth and it makes you wonder just what exactly he might have done.

I woke up at 8.15 a.m. this morning, 45 minutes before I was supposed to be at court for the same molester client's pre-trial hearing. I was in and out of the shower by 8.20, a personal best I am proud to say. I poured the contents of my make-up drawer into my handbag and ran out of the door. Jumped into my shiny little red baby and pelted towards the highway, pausing at red traffic lights to swipe mascara over my eyelashes.

I never made it to court in the end. at 8.43 a.m., got a call from the boss and I confessed I was running late. Thankfully he didn't blow his top (I wasn't really needed in court anyways...) and told me to get to the office and get onto researching for our new druggy client.

Ah, the joys of being a legal apprentice.