Don't tell anyone, but...

I'm writing this post while at work.

Yup, this post is live from the law office were I slave away all day over faxes, scan jobs, hot fellow runners, and gossiping with my semi-boss. The first day of my second summer here is about to come to a close and all I have to say is: I forgot how boring this job can be. Because of the lack of work influx on this lovely, muggy work day down in Charleston, I have been doing quite a bit of covert internet surfing (meaning I angle my body in a really creepy fashion so no one can see the computer from the door of the runner room and keep constantly clicking the inbox button at the slightest sound of anyone coming near...covert my foot). And let’s just say this style of surfing isn't very effective. All I've managed to do was read half of an email, type in the first part of the web address to Ikea (yes, that would be only the "i") and get talked into following some random guys blog by one of the runners I work with. But despite the lack of internet time, I have managed to keep myself entertained through various other methods:

1) Flipping through the Anthropologie catalog I stole out of one of the paralegal's inboxes.
I'm going to give it back, I swear...just as soon as I decide which pair of shoes to order.

2) Gleaned all the latest office gossip from my boss/friend, Bethany.
Who knew so many people could get pregnant in the mere 5 weeks since I was last here? I'll have to remember not to drink the water...

3) Harassed fellow runner J about his "sandwich diet. Apparently eating nothing but sandwiches will help you lose weight...he was surprisingly unperturbed when I pointed out that sandwiches was all he already ate.

And finally,
4) Caught up on the newest stories about the law firm's most infamous employee...lets just call her "K."

Now for those of you who don't know (and out of all two of my followers, only Rachael would fall in to that category), K is a 24 years, 11 months, and 26 day-old (I know this for a fact because she has been inviting me to her 25th birthday lunch since I started last year...before her 24th birthday) employee who has down syndrome. DISCLAIMER: I have absolutely nothing against people with handicaps of any time and am actually very comfortable with handicapped people; I volunteered in the Special Needs Sunday School class all through high school until one of the guys developed a massive crush on me and wrote my Senior exhibition on treating Autism in public schools. Absolutely nothing I say about K is in any way, shape, or form supposed to be mean, ridicule her, or make light of her condition. However, K is a very special individual. Though she does have many of the physical characteristics of a person with down syndrome, she is incredibly advanced mentally and is not really lacking in any areas except one: she has the emotional level of a 13 year old (I would know- one of my sisters is one). She loves drama, always wants to be the center of attention, and is very sneaky and conniving, which is a high compliment coming from me. She knows exactly how to work people to get what she wants and frequently does so; her favorite method of choice is playing up her down syndrome, often leading to some hilarious stories. K can also be very sweet and kind and always goes out of her way to talk to me, inform me of important dates in her life, and never forgets my birthday (its 15 before her and one of 4 May birthdays...once again, I know this because she told me several times today). K is one of the most entertaining parts of my job and also one of the most educational; she has shown me a side of down syndrome that I'd never encountered while playing Jesus sock puppets in Sunday School. So, as this summer progresses, do not be alarmed to find many a story about K's latest exploits. If I wasn't due to clock out in 2 minutes, I'd relate a few now. In fact, just to keep you on your toes (or Rachael at least; Healy's already heard this one), I promise to post the K-and-the-shred-box-that-wasn't-really-a-shred-box incident tomorrow. If that doesn't bring you hurrying back, I don't know what will.