You know you need to lay off the pain au chocolats...

When FOUR buttons pop off your shirt in one day. FOUR, count them, that is ONE TWO THREE FOUR BUTTONS came off my shirt at various points today. I have various hypotheses for why this happened:

1. The fashion gods hate me for trying to wear a business suit and are punishing me.
2. The pain au chocolat has had some adverse effects on my figure.
3. There was a reason this beautiful shirt was on the clearance rack.
4. Feel free to chime in on your vote for why this shirt-tastrophe stuck today.

I stapled one opening shut but after that I gave up. Thank goodness I was wearing a camisole today.

What's more,I had a meeting planned with my supervising attorney and another attorney who is involved in the project I am working on. They both didn't show, and after I had finally wandered outside this guy's office for twenty minutes, not knowing whether to sit down or go try to find them, I went back to my desk and called my supervisor. My supervisor was sitting in his office and had not forgotten, but mentioned that the other attorney told him he might not be in the office and wanted to wait for me to call him to see he was there. Cute. When I told him he obviously was not there, he asked me to call and leave a voicemail on the other attorney's phone. Apparently, I now function as the courier/stander arounder/telephone message sender.

This is all exacerbated by the fact that the metro union declared today a strike day, so I left my house super early so I could catch a metro, which to my knowledge may or may not be running regularly. Of course, the trains were running as they normally do and I got to work an hour before everyone else came. Did I mention the fact that all the other interns work ten hour days? TEN HOURS. I don't understand. BYU Law told us to work comparable hours to our equals, so I too, work TEN HOUR days.

Ugh... I am in ill spirits.