Yes, It HAS Been 100 Years...

Sorry I haven't blogged. Honestly, I haven't felt much like taking out my laptop, setting it up, fighting with my cats, etc.

What you've missed lately:
1. My trip to Vegas for a lawyers convention. Two big "ups" were seeing two of my favorite lawyers, one of which wants me to pass the bar so he can see if I can finally come work for him. Ever since I did my "due diligence" on him and his firm when I interviewed there a year ago I wanted to work there. And the other was someone I've known from college who is likewise amazing. And there was a cocktail party where I had to wear a black and white checkered wristband. I had to think of the last time I wore won, and I flashed back to college again. I needed to then make a beeline for the bar. I drank a touch much, but it's Vegas! Oh, and I'll blame the cocktails for bidding $1350 on a pair of world series tickets. It was fun, but I was admittedly lonely and additionally bummed out about failing the bar. Please Lord, I need to have passed this time. PLEASE!! ?? please?

2. The new "paralegal" at my office broke down in tears acknowledging to my assistant that she's overwhelmed by the job, knows she's never been on time once, is stressed out by her mom visiting from Europe, etc. It gave me validation that I AM good at my job and that I did deserve a raise. It also made me sad because I want so much to help her, but what she needs isn't help, it's a lot more training than I can provide. I mean, what paralegal doesn't know how to research on Westlaw? I want it to work out, and I wish the best for everyone. But it's not my job (and hence, I can't bill for the time) to train her. Especially with stuff that she really should have known by now.

3. A firm in the area in which I want to practice just emailed me and asked if I was still looking for a job. I'm over the moon about the prospect of getting back into that field, but I KNOW it'll mean a pay cut. And I feel like Judas with Coach bags instead of silver pieces. It's like I've sold my principles to a defense firm in exchange for my brand new Kate Spade purse, 2 new Coach bags, 5 new pairs of shoes...I really AM the devil who wears Prada. Well, not Prada. But you get the gist.

4. My grandmother turned 81 on Saturday, and I'll call her this week to wish her a happy birthday. I just want to give her some time to recuperate from the weekend of casino hopping they just did with my aunt and uncle.

5. I have a current favorite author! Her name is Jen Lancaster, and the book is "Such a Pretty Fat." She even called someone an "a$$hat," which is a joke only one of you will understand, and the reason she understands is because I told her it sounds just like HER voice in the book. The only reason I know it's not her is because she'd never have dogs and leather couches. Nearly everything else is a perfect match.

Now that you've read my mini-novel, I hope you humor me and enjoy the tidbits I will continue to post even if sporadically.

Have a fabulous day!