Working on my Rough Giraffe

I was complaining to DH about having only 2 weeks to complete my rough draft on a 40 page paper. 5 y.o. DD overhears this conversation and asks, "What's a rough giraffe? Is that a mean giraffe that come out of the jungle and goes like this (as she does her best Kung Fu moves)."

Dum, Dum, Da Dum--It's a girl

So in honor of DD's 8th b-day yesterday we watched the video of her birth. Don't worry, nothing graphic. Throughout the video, there is classical music playing in the background. It is supposed to be soothing, as one is preparing to bring another life into the world. I had packed up several of my own CD's, and DH and thrown in one of his own--which just happened to be a demo cd for a stereo system. Most of the music on it was actually pretty good. But just as I am giving those last few pushes--in the moment that I am about to meet my precious baby girl for the first time--THE WEDDING MARCH STARTS PLAYING.

I was furious then, and I am still mad--although at least I can laugh about it now. What the hell was the wedding march doing on when I am trying to push an (8 lb) baby out? DH still has not heard the end of this. But at least every time I hear the wedding march, I think of DD.

This just in from the career services office...

All students: MAJOR
ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!

GET YOUR PARTY
PICTURES OR ANY QUESTIONABLE PICTURES OFF OF FACEBOOK.COM OR MY SPACE.COM. THIS VERY MINUTE!!

We have received calls from employers who are researching potential clerks and associates and have been told that some of you have inappropriate pictures and information on those websites. This information is affecting their hiring decisions.

Not gonna Bop to the top*

So I had an interview yesterday with a DA's office in a big city. They asked lots of questions about my experience and whether I had a family never came up, which was nice. I had plenty of opportunity to talk about the things I did in the small DA's office I worked in over the summer. The conversation flowed, I think I asked them good questions.

And yet I still know they weren't interested in me. I got the "we've liked everybody we've seen today" line. And the girl in front of me got a business card that I did not--and was asking them about the letter she will be receiving in the mail.

So, I ask--why doesn't anybody like me? I have a terrible track record with interviews. In fact, the jobs I have had I generally have not had formal interviews for. Apparently, I don't interview well. The great irony is that I have gotten along very well in every job I have had, and I think that all of my employers really liked me. I get things done. I'm a hard worker. I follow through. These are traits that some of my younger counterparts that I have worked with have issues with (not to say that is true of all younger law students). I am sure that if I ever got far enough in an interview to have my references checked that it would be a huge benefit for me. So what do I do so differently in an interview from my regular working personality?

I didn't even care about the job--it was in a city I wasn't convinced that I wanted to move to. I am just bummed that I never manage a second interview. The whole interview scenario is really bumming me out.

*Oh yeah, that's direct from High School Musical. DD's 8th birthday party was last night. I tool a carload of girls to Club Libby Lu where they rocked out to the High Schoool Musical CD all the way there and back.

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Law school is finally fun

Ok, well, I was always one of those geeks who never thought law school was that bad to begin with. I mean, I had spent the previous 6 years wiping butts and noses, so going to school with grown-ups was practically a party. But, I digress.

This semester I finally get to work on real cases. Most of my credits are coming from a clinic where I have real clients, investigations and court appearances. I am taking two other classes where I will be working on two other cases (one high profile, one newsworthy) behind the scenes. I'm only taking one traditional, Socratic, sit-in-class, take-a-test type class--crim pro--and since I just spent the last six months in the DA's office, its pretty much a blow-off.

It is awesome to finally be working on real cases that affect real people. It makes it much easier to go to class and do what needs to be done. But I am so darn busy. Because I am now affecting other people, I have to go the extra mile. I can't procrastinate until the end of the semester because I have deadlines rapidly approaching.

So, I apologize for my spotty posting. I'll try to do better.

I kicked the MPRE's ass!

I was finally able to log in to the MPRE website. All that worrying for nothing. Actually, I did so well, that I am left thinking that I spent entirely too much time preparing.

Apparently as penance for my little tirade earlier (that's karma a la Earl), I burned up my blow dryer 2 minutes in to drying my hair so I was forced to go to school looking like a freak. I might have been ok if I hadn't started to dry my hair, but it was left half straight and half curly with no way time to do much of anything with it. See what happens when you throw fits? Bad mojo.

Stupid MPRE

MPRE results are supposed to be out today. Actually, the brilliant folks at MPRE sent me an email telling me they were out last week. Psych! Then they sent an email saying, no wait, they'll really be out after Labor Day.

Ok, it's after Labor Day, where are my freaking results? I can't even get a page to load on the MPRE website. Of course, the email they sent said if I had any problems to call, but the phone message says that they will not give results via phone, fax or email.

The funny thing is, that I had pretty much forgotten about the MPRE. But now that they have reminded me about themselves, and being they typical anal-retentive OCD law student that I am, I want my F'ing results now!

(And, yes, I do realize that I sound like a big fat whiney baby.)