Well, I walk into work, and the boss man tells me I get a jury trial in November/December. Wow. Kind of exciting. It's a silly little charge (we're defending), they type of charge people are amazed actually go to trial. But here ya go, little intern, you're going to lose (no joke, he actually said that), it'll be a great learning experience. Laugh.
In ten minutes I'm going to court to appear on behalf of a firm some 1,000 miles away on a matter of which I know practically nothing. We're not technically representing the client, so I shouldn't have to really advocate, though clearly I will give it a try if pressed. Only problem: the aforementioned me not really knowing what the hell I'm talking about. So, yeah, there's that. Good times.
And of course, the 30-page paper for one class, the law review article as another class, the moot court stuff, regular classes, regular work stuff (including writing CLE materials for the boss man)...I feel kind of busy.
But hey, I'm running a 5k tomorrow, going to see my favorite band tomorrow night, and spending the whole weekend with my girl, including mimosas, omelettes, and NFL on Sunday. Should be a freaking blast.
Anyone else doing anything fun this weekend?
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edit to add: freakin' Commissioner asked me tons of questions! Frick! I really wasn't kidding when I said I didn't know what I was talking about. But I bs'd my way through it well enough to get the order signed...phew!
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
one more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes
Wow, has it ever been a long time since I posted! I actually haven't looked to see how long it's been, but I bet it's been a while...
Went to Gotham this weekend - not NYC, but another big city, one we used to call Gotham (in our youth so long ago) due to its horrendous crime rate. In fact, when I was in high school some friends and I were walking around downtown, middle of the day, when across the street we see some cop cars and an ambulance in front of a seedy theater, and laying there was a body, in a body bag. We turned and went the other direction, our youthful, morbid curiosity notwithstanding.
But the city has gotten so much better in those 15 years since. Many college friends live there now, and in my roughly 24 hours there I realized yes, this is a place I would really like to be. Funny, though, how I've become used to a lack of rain - I had gotten so used to it prior to law school town, but now I frigging hate it. Oh well - I can get used to it again.
I was down there for a job interview, which was kind of weird. It wasn't weird that I had an interview - the interview itself was somewhat strange. First things first - this job is a little over my head, qualifications-wise-speaking. They said they were looking for top 10 or 15% - I'm top 40%. Hm. I admit I have pretty good peripherals, but that usually doesn't get you an interview at the big firms ($100k+ to start. Fuck yeah!).
I think I know why I did get the interview - an old family friend used to work there, and I dropped his name in the cover letter (with his permission, of course). But who cares, right? I got a foot in the door, and was able to sit before someone who could either recommend me or send me back without a hope in the world. WHo knows what this person actually did.
The interview itself was a lot of me talking about myself - mostly my past, my ten or so years between undergrad and law school - and then him talking about the firm for a little bit. There were no traditional interview questions, no "why do you want this job? where do you see yourself in 10 years?" etc., which I guess is fine, though I wish I had had the opportunity to sell myself a little bit. Oh well. I thought it went well otherwise.
- ~ -
The weekend previous I had gone to a lake up north with a couple classmates. It was gorgeous, sunny, but not terribly hot; there was a lot of drinking and eating with strangers, who became friends - this was perhaps my favorite part, actually. Meeting new people, being friendly, then when your time is through being genuinely sad that you or they are leaving. It was the same way with the other strangers I met this summer - all great people that were really fun to hang with, who became friends, in a way, in a very short time.
Every time I go somewhere sunny, it seems, I get a sunburn. Hawaii, Utah, SoCal, every frigging time (Phoenix last year I didn't. It was too hot to go outside. Don't ask me why I visit hot places in the summer...). Last weekend was no exception. We had been drinking pretty much since we awoke - mimosas and bloody marys - yum. So, about midafternoon, I thought it would be nice to just sit out in the sun for a bit. Well, silly me, I fell asleep in the sun. It was a nice nap, but the next day I realized my foolishness with a nice burn.
What I didn't realize, until a few days later when my burn turned into a nice tan, was that when I had been sleeping I apparently had my hand on my belly, possibly slightly tucked into the waistband of my swim trunks. So, about Thursday of last week I was walking from the shower to my bedroom (calm down, ladies), and noticed in my mirror an unmistakable handprint tanned into my belly. So hilarious. I've been showing people, even, it's so funny.
- ~ -
So, things are going exceedingly well with the girl. Exceedingly well. I'm not sure how comfortable I am talking about it here, because of all the drama. Too bad, too, cause this blog seems to garner the most interest when I talk emotional stuff (and I have some of that to spew, too.). Maybe I'll just say fuck it - or maybe not. Stay tuned!
Spoke with CPP today via e-mail. She seems to be doing well, which is good. Haven't spoken with EG in weeks, which is actually good too. I need a break from her.
- ~ -
Well, friends, I'm off again. Toodles.
Went to Gotham this weekend - not NYC, but another big city, one we used to call Gotham (in our youth so long ago) due to its horrendous crime rate. In fact, when I was in high school some friends and I were walking around downtown, middle of the day, when across the street we see some cop cars and an ambulance in front of a seedy theater, and laying there was a body, in a body bag. We turned and went the other direction, our youthful, morbid curiosity notwithstanding.
But the city has gotten so much better in those 15 years since. Many college friends live there now, and in my roughly 24 hours there I realized yes, this is a place I would really like to be. Funny, though, how I've become used to a lack of rain - I had gotten so used to it prior to law school town, but now I frigging hate it. Oh well - I can get used to it again.
I was down there for a job interview, which was kind of weird. It wasn't weird that I had an interview - the interview itself was somewhat strange. First things first - this job is a little over my head, qualifications-wise-speaking. They said they were looking for top 10 or 15% - I'm top 40%. Hm. I admit I have pretty good peripherals, but that usually doesn't get you an interview at the big firms ($100k+ to start. Fuck yeah!).
I think I know why I did get the interview - an old family friend used to work there, and I dropped his name in the cover letter (with his permission, of course). But who cares, right? I got a foot in the door, and was able to sit before someone who could either recommend me or send me back without a hope in the world. WHo knows what this person actually did.
The interview itself was a lot of me talking about myself - mostly my past, my ten or so years between undergrad and law school - and then him talking about the firm for a little bit. There were no traditional interview questions, no "why do you want this job? where do you see yourself in 10 years?" etc., which I guess is fine, though I wish I had had the opportunity to sell myself a little bit. Oh well. I thought it went well otherwise.
- ~ -
The weekend previous I had gone to a lake up north with a couple classmates. It was gorgeous, sunny, but not terribly hot; there was a lot of drinking and eating with strangers, who became friends - this was perhaps my favorite part, actually. Meeting new people, being friendly, then when your time is through being genuinely sad that you or they are leaving. It was the same way with the other strangers I met this summer - all great people that were really fun to hang with, who became friends, in a way, in a very short time.
Every time I go somewhere sunny, it seems, I get a sunburn. Hawaii, Utah, SoCal, every frigging time (Phoenix last year I didn't. It was too hot to go outside. Don't ask me why I visit hot places in the summer...). Last weekend was no exception. We had been drinking pretty much since we awoke - mimosas and bloody marys - yum. So, about midafternoon, I thought it would be nice to just sit out in the sun for a bit. Well, silly me, I fell asleep in the sun. It was a nice nap, but the next day I realized my foolishness with a nice burn.
What I didn't realize, until a few days later when my burn turned into a nice tan, was that when I had been sleeping I apparently had my hand on my belly, possibly slightly tucked into the waistband of my swim trunks. So, about Thursday of last week I was walking from the shower to my bedroom (calm down, ladies), and noticed in my mirror an unmistakable handprint tanned into my belly. So hilarious. I've been showing people, even, it's so funny.
- ~ -
So, things are going exceedingly well with the girl. Exceedingly well. I'm not sure how comfortable I am talking about it here, because of all the drama. Too bad, too, cause this blog seems to garner the most interest when I talk emotional stuff (and I have some of that to spew, too.). Maybe I'll just say fuck it - or maybe not. Stay tuned!
Spoke with CPP today via e-mail. She seems to be doing well, which is good. Haven't spoken with EG in weeks, which is actually good too. I need a break from her.
- ~ -
Well, friends, I'm off again. Toodles.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
When the devil came, he was not red
Well, I received another warning from a friend about this here blog. Don't write about her, he says, 'cause everybody knows about it. I told him I received a similar warning earlier, and am taking it under advisement. I spoke to a friend about this last night, who told me I should just password-protect it so I could keep it juicy...
Honestly, I'm not sure what I want to do. I don't want anyone's feelings to get hurt - but then I don't think I will ever write anything here that I wouldn't just tell anyone anyway, you know? Of course, I want to keep this juicy - I like the freedom to write what I want, and it's been this way all summer. And now, knowing that everyone knows about it, and apparently reads it, that freedom is abridged, which is a bit of a bummer.
I can't deny, though, that I like knowing a lot of people read this, it's kind of an ego boost, in a way (as if my ego needed boosting). So that's the other option: to keep things as they are; let anyone who hears about it to read it; probably tone down the talk a bit, especially about the girl; and pretend that I don't know all the people who read it know who I am, and that I know they know I know, etc.
The problem with option 1 is that I'm not going to invite somebody who feels they should be invited. There is someone out there, reading this right now, who thinks they should be included in this, and they're not going to be. Such decisions are no fun, nor is the fallout that will follow.
The problem with option 2 has already been mentioned - this will become a little boring. Probably a lot more law school talk and less personal stuff. And the latter is really what this blog has become, especially since the dawn of the summer of AddledTM starting with CPP.
There may be a third option, a sort of addendum to option 2 - just tell the girl about the blog and let the pieces fall where they may. I would still likely tone it down, but maybe not as much, knowing she reads, or is at least aware of it. I wonder if she would read it? I've been pretty open with her, forthright about feelings and opinions and such (this is part of the reason we're getting along so well - the ease of such communications), so maybe blogging about it wouldn't be that much of a change for her, or between us.
What's the verdict? I need your opinions. Funny, too, because you anonymous readers aren't going to give your opinions, are you (I don't mean the anonymous readers I know about, who regularly comment, of course)? And you anonymous readers will be the ones left out in the cold if I privatize this blog. But for the rest of you, let me know your opinions.
ETA: told the girl about the blog last night. Phrased it as a sort of a confession, and she was actually taken aback by it, a bit. I offered to give her the site address, but she said "no, I'll choose blissful ignorance." That was kind of odd, no? Wouldn't you want to read this if I confessed it to you? I would. Anyway, there it is.
Honestly, I'm not sure what I want to do. I don't want anyone's feelings to get hurt - but then I don't think I will ever write anything here that I wouldn't just tell anyone anyway, you know? Of course, I want to keep this juicy - I like the freedom to write what I want, and it's been this way all summer. And now, knowing that everyone knows about it, and apparently reads it, that freedom is abridged, which is a bit of a bummer.
I can't deny, though, that I like knowing a lot of people read this, it's kind of an ego boost, in a way (as if my ego needed boosting). So that's the other option: to keep things as they are; let anyone who hears about it to read it; probably tone down the talk a bit, especially about the girl; and pretend that I don't know all the people who read it know who I am, and that I know they know I know, etc.
The problem with option 1 is that I'm not going to invite somebody who feels they should be invited. There is someone out there, reading this right now, who thinks they should be included in this, and they're not going to be. Such decisions are no fun, nor is the fallout that will follow.
The problem with option 2 has already been mentioned - this will become a little boring. Probably a lot more law school talk and less personal stuff. And the latter is really what this blog has become, especially since the dawn of the summer of AddledTM starting with CPP.
There may be a third option, a sort of addendum to option 2 - just tell the girl about the blog and let the pieces fall where they may. I would still likely tone it down, but maybe not as much, knowing she reads, or is at least aware of it. I wonder if she would read it? I've been pretty open with her, forthright about feelings and opinions and such (this is part of the reason we're getting along so well - the ease of such communications), so maybe blogging about it wouldn't be that much of a change for her, or between us.
What's the verdict? I need your opinions. Funny, too, because you anonymous readers aren't going to give your opinions, are you (I don't mean the anonymous readers I know about, who regularly comment, of course)? And you anonymous readers will be the ones left out in the cold if I privatize this blog. But for the rest of you, let me know your opinions.
ETA: told the girl about the blog last night. Phrased it as a sort of a confession, and she was actually taken aback by it, a bit. I offered to give her the site address, but she said "no, I'll choose blissful ignorance." That was kind of odd, no? Wouldn't you want to read this if I confessed it to you? I would. Anyway, there it is.
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