TW: TMI, pregnancy scare, hair talk.
(Also, I'm sure this won't happen, and I've never had to say this before, but please no mainpaging)
Hi Groupthink, I'm not usually one to write venting posts (I love reading them, especially hate reading the ones about shitty people in GhostBoobs' life), BUT TODAY I HAVE TO.
My week started with a client calling and freaking out (I do pro bono legal work for low income women in DC who can't afford representation). I can't go into any detail about the call because, you know, privilege (NOT THAT KIND), but she asks me to do things that are not in my job description AT ALL all the time, and then gets angry when I can't won't. I worked my ass off on stuff for her all weekend, and she calls and accuses me of ignoring her and playing with her life and all kinds of hurtful stuff, especially when I've just done all this work for her.
I had several clients have pressing issues, and had to get up crazy early every single day, mostly to prepare for court today (for a different client). I have barely slept all week except the one night I made myself go to bed at 11. I was out of my house for an average of 12 hours a day, because in addition to client work and court prep, I also am still in my last semester of law school and work as a nanny (for a FANTASTIC family, normally it doesn't even feel like work, but this week, I just wanted to chill).
Meanwhile, the whole time, I'm throwing up CONSTANTLY, my period is (was) more than two weeks late, and I was convince I was pregnant, because of http://groupthink.jezebel.com/tmi-but-ill-sa… (this is supposed to say "this" in a hyperlink but it doesn't want to cooperate). I'm good at being safe, but one of the times... there was much drunk first. And my memory of that time is... not perfect. So it would not have been out of the question. I even skipped two classes because of feeling so terrible, but it wasn't even relaxing class skips, they were I-feel-like-I'm-dying class skips.
I finally woke up this morning to my period (YAY!) but UUUUUGH CRAMPS. My roommate had tylenol with coedine (codine? I never know how to spell it) (and DON'T JUDGE ME) which is helping *slightly*, but I still feel like a wounded animal is attempting to claw its way out of my uterus.
(TW: white opinions? Maybe?) One kind of funny/cute thing happened this week, and all I could think of was Raffey's http://groupthink.jezebel.com/no-little-boy-… (once again supposed to be a hyperlink and REFUSING) hair post. I was visiting a client for the first time, and I was playing with her 2 1/2 year old daughter. She was FASCINATED by my hair. Could not stop touching it. Kept asking me to brush it. My client apologized and told her to stop (I told her I didn't mind, because, as a white lady, it's not an othering or microaggression that I have to deal with all the time). She said she wasn't sure that her daughter had ever seen hair like mine before (pin pin pin straight, no matter what I do with it) (and yes, my client [and her child] is Black). And because my client is, like, a good person and respects personal space (because even if you're completely oblivious to the freaking OBVIOUS FACT that it's not okay to ask someone [or let your kid ask someone] to touch a part of them because it's different from you, you should STILL have a sense of personal space), she kept checking that I didn't mind and that it was okay that her daughter was trying to put my hair in puffs like hers.*
*If this comes of AT ALL as sounding like my experience was like Raffey's, it's really really not meant to. It's mostly to point out that I thought it was adorable that her daughter frustrated herself trying to put my hair in afro puffs and not understanding why it wouldn't work, and that found the whole situation interesting in contrast to Raffey's.
This post will likely self-destruct soon, because it mentions anything about my clients and I'm afraid that my last part will come off like I'm being insensitive about hair.
EDIT: I ALSO ORDERED ALL THE CHINESE FOOD IN THE WORLD AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DELIVERED EIGHT MINUTES AGO AND IT'S NOT HERE YET AND IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO CALL AND CRY-YELL AT THEM.