Apparently I jinxed myself with yesterday's post. There has been plenty of butt-sitting today, but it has all been at hospitals.
Turns out, PS has a kidney stone. Who the hell has ever heard of an 11-year-old kid getting a kidney stone? The poor kid spent most of her day curled into a fetal position. DH gets stones. And I've seen him writhing on the floor in a fetal position, so I can't imagine how hard thus is on a kid. The stone was causing an obstruction earlier in the day which had us concerned, but it seems to have finally moved and PS seems much better.
Now if the darn hospital will just let us go. It is insane here, right in the middle of flu season. Everyone is wearing masks. And we were sent to the children's hospital--which is supposed to be a very good hospital, but it is also a public hospital--so there were many, many people there who appear to be using the ER as their PCP. And they were not happy when we got bumped to the front of the line.
Why the hell do people feel the need to bring the whole damn family to the ER for non-life-hanging-in-the-balance treatment? And of course, being a children's hospital, there is constant crying and screaming.
There have been two cops parked outside the room across hall all night. A mother started crying hysterically when the took her baby. I knew it was coming--why else would you have cops outside the room at a children's hospital? As hardened as I am after being a GAL in the child ad clinic at school--and attending grand rounds for lectures on how to identify child abuse in this very same hospital--it was heartbreaking to see a mother lose her child. And, of course, LL's story popped into my mind. I simply can't imagine how I would function if someone took my child away.
Update:
PS was released late last night and is doing much better.
9/26/09
And on the 7th day, she rested
My life in chaos has continued this week. My to-do list at work was frighteningly long at the beginning of the week, but it is manageable again after I knocked out a couple of research projects that took much less time than I anticipated.
We have been car shopping for DH, so I had to rush home Monday night so that we could return a car that we had been test driving over the weekend to a dealership 20 miles away. Stopped for dinner on the way home, which took an excruciatingly long time, and finally walked through my front door at 9 pm.
Tuesday was no more than the standard chaos--well except for getting up at 5 to book reservations for breakfast with Cinderella on Christmas morning (this is supposed to be a tough chick to book with, but I was successful). Wednesday I had time to come home, have dinner with the family, and head back out to Target to pick up necessaries. Thursday was PS's birthday--and the night of 5:00 and 7:00 soccer practices. So we all went to PS's 7:00 practice and then went out for dinner--which again took an excruciatingly long time, and again we didn't get home until after 9.
Then my aunt came to visit on Friday, so we went out for dinner and drinks and headed home. Up early this morning for soccer game #1, two-hour break, soccer game #2, shower and change to go to touristy place for PS's b-day, where you are forced to eat barely mediocre food with your fingers and really bad actors on horses are kicking up dust everywhere. (Kids LOVED it, though.) Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Aunt and I went to the craft store and proceeded to make headpieces for the girls to wear to the touristy place.
Finally home and sitting on my butt for what feels like the first time this week. I hope for more butt-sitting tomorrow, although we really need to paint and install the baseboard that was removed because we just redid our dining room floor.
I feel surrounded by chaos. Work is chaotic. My house is chaotic with only the dining room floor installed and the furniture all out of place while work is in progress. Kids' school and activities is chaotic. Trying to find a new car is chaotic. (Apparently I live in fantasy-land regarding the cost of cars.) I feel much busier than I have in the past--I don't know why. I'm sure it's partly the pressure to prove myself at a new job. Maybe we're just trying to take on too much at once--but it has felt like a real challenge to juggle it all lately.
We have been car shopping for DH, so I had to rush home Monday night so that we could return a car that we had been test driving over the weekend to a dealership 20 miles away. Stopped for dinner on the way home, which took an excruciatingly long time, and finally walked through my front door at 9 pm.
Tuesday was no more than the standard chaos--well except for getting up at 5 to book reservations for breakfast with Cinderella on Christmas morning (this is supposed to be a tough chick to book with, but I was successful). Wednesday I had time to come home, have dinner with the family, and head back out to Target to pick up necessaries. Thursday was PS's birthday--and the night of 5:00 and 7:00 soccer practices. So we all went to PS's 7:00 practice and then went out for dinner--which again took an excruciatingly long time, and again we didn't get home until after 9.
Then my aunt came to visit on Friday, so we went out for dinner and drinks and headed home. Up early this morning for soccer game #1, two-hour break, soccer game #2, shower and change to go to touristy place for PS's b-day, where you are forced to eat barely mediocre food with your fingers and really bad actors on horses are kicking up dust everywhere. (Kids LOVED it, though.) Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Aunt and I went to the craft store and proceeded to make headpieces for the girls to wear to the touristy place.
Finally home and sitting on my butt for what feels like the first time this week. I hope for more butt-sitting tomorrow, although we really need to paint and install the baseboard that was removed because we just redid our dining room floor.
I feel surrounded by chaos. Work is chaotic. My house is chaotic with only the dining room floor installed and the furniture all out of place while work is in progress. Kids' school and activities is chaotic. Trying to find a new car is chaotic. (Apparently I live in fantasy-land regarding the cost of cars.) I feel much busier than I have in the past--I don't know why. I'm sure it's partly the pressure to prove myself at a new job. Maybe we're just trying to take on too much at once--but it has felt like a real challenge to juggle it all lately.
9/20/09
Life is still chaotic
I am somewhat freaked out by my to-do list at work. It is long, and I am already juggling more cases than I ever did at Old Firm. I have been handed a few small cases to run with, and several medium to large cases that I am second or third-chairing. And then there are the projects on cases that I am not really involved with, but the attorney's just need a little help.
And in the middle of all the business, the school called on Wednesday and insisted that TT had pink-eye and that I pick her up. It didn't matter that I know my child, know she has allergies that affect her eyes, and had seen her a mere hour and a half before when she was most assuredly pink-eye free. I had to leave work to retrieve her and then make a doctor's appointment to acquire a note stating that the kid has allergies that sometimes make her eyes look red. (DH often deals with these kid emergencies, but he was launching a new international website last week and could not get away.)
So, missing a day of work has not helped, and I really need to put in some time today so that I don't get any further behind. I also have to draft a petition for my pro bono client. The one I picked up 3 months ago, when I was unemployed and had nothing better to do. She just last week returned the documents that I need to file her petition--arghhh!
And in the middle of all this, we had two soccer games yesterday and horseback riding lessons today. And I got the smackdown from PS's Russian violin teacher last week (she is very strict and I love her!). I told her that we were considering dropping violin lessons because PS did not seem dedicated enough to continue. Violin Teacher basically told me that it was my job to push PS to practice, that PS had the talent and ability to be a very good violinist, but that PS needed discipline. Violin Teacher then basically stated that white American children are lazy and undisciplined and not living up to their potential, and that the top orchestras in this area are filled with Asian musicians because their parents push them harder and they are far more disciplined.
The thing is, I push the girls very hard at school. I have had more than one teacher tell me that I push too hard. I have on many occasions asked for more challenging work for my kids because I don't think they are being being challenged to work to their full potential at school. But I don't do this with their extra-curriculars. My mindset has been that the girls need to find their "thing"--what they are good at and what they enjoy, and that the internal drive to be the best will follow.
I am extremely competitive. When I played an instrument, I wanted to be the best, and I practiced a lot to make sure I was the best. My parents never told me to practice--and honestly, probably wished that I had practiced a little less. I guess I expected the same from my kids.
But Violin Teacher made a very good point. Teaching kids the discipline to do something, even when they don't want to, is key to making them successful adults. Acquiring the discipline to practice the violin teaches PS the discipline to study when she gets to college or graduate school. And this is especially important for a smart kid who breezes through school.
So maybe we'll stick out the violin lessons--at least through the end of the year.
And in the middle of all the business, the school called on Wednesday and insisted that TT had pink-eye and that I pick her up. It didn't matter that I know my child, know she has allergies that affect her eyes, and had seen her a mere hour and a half before when she was most assuredly pink-eye free. I had to leave work to retrieve her and then make a doctor's appointment to acquire a note stating that the kid has allergies that sometimes make her eyes look red. (DH often deals with these kid emergencies, but he was launching a new international website last week and could not get away.)
So, missing a day of work has not helped, and I really need to put in some time today so that I don't get any further behind. I also have to draft a petition for my pro bono client. The one I picked up 3 months ago, when I was unemployed and had nothing better to do. She just last week returned the documents that I need to file her petition--arghhh!
And in the middle of all this, we had two soccer games yesterday and horseback riding lessons today. And I got the smackdown from PS's Russian violin teacher last week (she is very strict and I love her!). I told her that we were considering dropping violin lessons because PS did not seem dedicated enough to continue. Violin Teacher basically told me that it was my job to push PS to practice, that PS had the talent and ability to be a very good violinist, but that PS needed discipline. Violin Teacher then basically stated that white American children are lazy and undisciplined and not living up to their potential, and that the top orchestras in this area are filled with Asian musicians because their parents push them harder and they are far more disciplined.
The thing is, I push the girls very hard at school. I have had more than one teacher tell me that I push too hard. I have on many occasions asked for more challenging work for my kids because I don't think they are being being challenged to work to their full potential at school. But I don't do this with their extra-curriculars. My mindset has been that the girls need to find their "thing"--what they are good at and what they enjoy, and that the internal drive to be the best will follow.
I am extremely competitive. When I played an instrument, I wanted to be the best, and I practiced a lot to make sure I was the best. My parents never told me to practice--and honestly, probably wished that I had practiced a little less. I guess I expected the same from my kids.
But Violin Teacher made a very good point. Teaching kids the discipline to do something, even when they don't want to, is key to making them successful adults. Acquiring the discipline to practice the violin teaches PS the discipline to study when she gets to college or graduate school. And this is especially important for a smart kid who breezes through school.
So maybe we'll stick out the violin lessons--at least through the end of the year.
I am a sucky blogger
Yes, I have been derelict in my duties to the blogosphere lately. Not so much in my own blog--although my own posting has declined lately--but in my interaction with other bloggers.
I'm still reading, ladies, even if I'm not commenting. In fact, I have about 10 posts from various MILPS starred in my reader that I intended to come back and comment on. I tend to read posts through my reader at work, but I don't want to comment from there. Because I am paranoid about my office tracking my internet usage--and some of you link back to me. But I get home at night and get busy and never get around to commenting.
Also because my reader is registered under my real name gmail account, but I comment through my LC account. For all of you who use blogger, which is tied to gmail, I can't comment unless I switch accounts. It's a pain and I am lazy--and then I never get around to commenting.
So I'll try to do better. I know it's nice to have feedback, and everybody has a lot going on lately.
I'm still reading, ladies, even if I'm not commenting. In fact, I have about 10 posts from various MILPS starred in my reader that I intended to come back and comment on. I tend to read posts through my reader at work, but I don't want to comment from there. Because I am paranoid about my office tracking my internet usage--and some of you link back to me. But I get home at night and get busy and never get around to commenting.
Also because my reader is registered under my real name gmail account, but I comment through my LC account. For all of you who use blogger, which is tied to gmail, I can't comment unless I switch accounts. It's a pain and I am lazy--and then I never get around to commenting.
So I'll try to do better. I know it's nice to have feedback, and everybody has a lot going on lately.
9/14/09
I live at the circus
I really wonder if other people have to endure the craziness that we do.
On Friday, we were late getting out the door to school. Then TT knocked over her bicycle and was completely incapable of picking it up. I couldn't get to it because the car door was open and blocking the way. So I started screaming,"Get in the car! Get in the car! Get in the Car!" So that she would get in the car and close the door so that I could pick up the bicycle--because it was 5 minutes before the tardy bell rings at school. I picked up the bike, threw myself into the car and started backing out only to see the neighbor setting out the trash. I yelled back to the kids, "great, now the neighbors think I'm nuts." I am certain the neighbor heard this because he looked up and smiled at me.
On Saturday we all dragged our butts out of bed to make PS's 9:00 soccer game on a dreary rainy Saturday morning. I had received an email from the coach the night before, confirming the time, and had checked the league website about 500 times to make sure that it wasn't canceled because of the rain. We got to the soccer fields at 9:00 on the dot, only to find that the email I had received was from last season's coach (whose team we aren't on anymore) and PS's game was actually at 2:00. And of course her new friend was with us, who found it all very amusing.
On Sunday we spontaneously decided to put a new floor in the dining room. Yes, 2 weeks after I had a ginormous antique piano delivered by two burly men. DH and I are not the equivalent of 2 burly men and looked more than a little ridiculous trying to move a ginormous piano. I now have half a dining room floor and bare concrete on the other half. Hopefully I will have the other half of the floor by end of next weekend.
Tonight DH ran out to the car to get something. On his way back in, Bob rushed past him through the garage and dove under the closing garage door that was still a foot off the ground. The garage door bounced off Bob and started going back up, but it didn't stop Bob from escaping.
DH and PS then dove under the garage door after Bob. I grabbed the leash and the car keys, and also took off. We've been through this before. Bob escapes at every opportunity. Yet getting him to go to the backyard to pee is a major undertaking. Apparently we need training. Anyway, he will not return once he escapes--except to the car, because he likes to ride in the car. And he runs so far that's is nice to have someone to haul everyone back once he is captured.
So it is late dusk when Bob takes off. And by the time I got the car down the alley, I couldn't find DH, PS or Bob anywhere. I circled the neighborhood for 20 minutes with no luck. Finally headed back home in case I missed them. Nope. Grabbed my phone, and called DH who tells me that they have spotted Bob, but haven't captured him. And he is very close to the highway in a semi-wooded area.
I headed that way and hopped the curb with the Suburban. It quickly became clear that I was not going to be able to get past the trees to where DH and Bob are, so I put her in reverse. But it has been raining for 3 days and I had no traction and the suburban was stuck. 10 minutes later I managed to maneuver my way out of the grass and head the other way toward DH and Bob. Finally, DH captured Bob, but they were right in the middle of the wooded area, with a long walk back to the road.
I again hopped the curb to try to meet DH. But there was a little hill, still no traction, and I immediately started sliding backward. Which was probably a good thing, or I probably would have been stuck again. Waited for DH, PS and Bob and finally loaded up and finally made back home at 8:30.
Now, every time Bob sits still for more than 10 seconds, someone yells, "hey Bob!" Because Bob has recently had his heartworm treatment and isn't supposed to be active at all for 30 days. Hopefully, the damn dog hasn't gone and killed himself.
On Friday, we were late getting out the door to school. Then TT knocked over her bicycle and was completely incapable of picking it up. I couldn't get to it because the car door was open and blocking the way. So I started screaming,"Get in the car! Get in the car! Get in the Car!" So that she would get in the car and close the door so that I could pick up the bicycle--because it was 5 minutes before the tardy bell rings at school. I picked up the bike, threw myself into the car and started backing out only to see the neighbor setting out the trash. I yelled back to the kids, "great, now the neighbors think I'm nuts." I am certain the neighbor heard this because he looked up and smiled at me.
On Saturday we all dragged our butts out of bed to make PS's 9:00 soccer game on a dreary rainy Saturday morning. I had received an email from the coach the night before, confirming the time, and had checked the league website about 500 times to make sure that it wasn't canceled because of the rain. We got to the soccer fields at 9:00 on the dot, only to find that the email I had received was from last season's coach (whose team we aren't on anymore) and PS's game was actually at 2:00. And of course her new friend was with us, who found it all very amusing.
On Sunday we spontaneously decided to put a new floor in the dining room. Yes, 2 weeks after I had a ginormous antique piano delivered by two burly men. DH and I are not the equivalent of 2 burly men and looked more than a little ridiculous trying to move a ginormous piano. I now have half a dining room floor and bare concrete on the other half. Hopefully I will have the other half of the floor by end of next weekend.
Tonight DH ran out to the car to get something. On his way back in, Bob rushed past him through the garage and dove under the closing garage door that was still a foot off the ground. The garage door bounced off Bob and started going back up, but it didn't stop Bob from escaping.
DH and PS then dove under the garage door after Bob. I grabbed the leash and the car keys, and also took off. We've been through this before. Bob escapes at every opportunity. Yet getting him to go to the backyard to pee is a major undertaking. Apparently we need training. Anyway, he will not return once he escapes--except to the car, because he likes to ride in the car. And he runs so far that's is nice to have someone to haul everyone back once he is captured.
So it is late dusk when Bob takes off. And by the time I got the car down the alley, I couldn't find DH, PS or Bob anywhere. I circled the neighborhood for 20 minutes with no luck. Finally headed back home in case I missed them. Nope. Grabbed my phone, and called DH who tells me that they have spotted Bob, but haven't captured him. And he is very close to the highway in a semi-wooded area.
I headed that way and hopped the curb with the Suburban. It quickly became clear that I was not going to be able to get past the trees to where DH and Bob are, so I put her in reverse. But it has been raining for 3 days and I had no traction and the suburban was stuck. 10 minutes later I managed to maneuver my way out of the grass and head the other way toward DH and Bob. Finally, DH captured Bob, but they were right in the middle of the wooded area, with a long walk back to the road.
I again hopped the curb to try to meet DH. But there was a little hill, still no traction, and I immediately started sliding backward. Which was probably a good thing, or I probably would have been stuck again. Waited for DH, PS and Bob and finally loaded up and finally made back home at 8:30.
Now, every time Bob sits still for more than 10 seconds, someone yells, "hey Bob!" Because Bob has recently had his heartworm treatment and isn't supposed to be active at all for 30 days. Hopefully, the damn dog hasn't gone and killed himself.
9/12/09
Other people's parents
Friday PS called me at work to ask if a new friend could come over. PS said Friends moved to her school late last year and hadn't yet made very many friends. I said ok, as long as Friend's mom knew there was only a babysitter at our house and no sleepovers because she had a 9:00 soccer game this morning.
When I got home from work I asked how long Friend is allowed to stay. PS said, "well, Friend thought it was a sleepover, so she brought her stuff."
I said, "no sleepovers because of soccer, she needs to call her mom and find out what time she needs to be home tonight."
Apparently Friend's mom disappeared for the evening, and Friend could not reach her at all. Also, Nanny told me that Friend's mom never asked for our phone number or any information about us--just dropped off Friend and didn't even come to the door.
Now, PS and her BFF have ventured into the waters of parent manipulation before and have not gone back after they got in trouble from both sides. I really don't think that PS was trying to pull one over on me. I think that Friend's mom just checked out.
This morning, I told Friend that we had a soccer game and that she needed to call her mom so that we could drop her off beforehand. Friend couldn't reach mom again. So we took Friend to soccer game (well, sort of--that's another post).
I finally decided that if Friend's parents had so little interest in her whereabouts, she might be just as well at our house. And as of 3 this afternoon, still no peep from Friend's parents. I finally told her to call home and make sure someone was there so we could drop her off. I guess we could have kept her all weekend.
I am just astonished that this child's parents let her spend the night at someone's house, having never met her parents, and left her there for a full 24 hours without ever checking in on her. She was very polite and well-behaved, but you just have to wonder what is going on on the home front.
When I got home from work I asked how long Friend is allowed to stay. PS said, "well, Friend thought it was a sleepover, so she brought her stuff."
I said, "no sleepovers because of soccer, she needs to call her mom and find out what time she needs to be home tonight."
Apparently Friend's mom disappeared for the evening, and Friend could not reach her at all. Also, Nanny told me that Friend's mom never asked for our phone number or any information about us--just dropped off Friend and didn't even come to the door.
Now, PS and her BFF have ventured into the waters of parent manipulation before and have not gone back after they got in trouble from both sides. I really don't think that PS was trying to pull one over on me. I think that Friend's mom just checked out.
This morning, I told Friend that we had a soccer game and that she needed to call her mom so that we could drop her off beforehand. Friend couldn't reach mom again. So we took Friend to soccer game (well, sort of--that's another post).
I finally decided that if Friend's parents had so little interest in her whereabouts, she might be just as well at our house. And as of 3 this afternoon, still no peep from Friend's parents. I finally told her to call home and make sure someone was there so we could drop her off. I guess we could have kept her all weekend.
I am just astonished that this child's parents let her spend the night at someone's house, having never met her parents, and left her there for a full 24 hours without ever checking in on her. She was very polite and well-behaved, but you just have to wonder what is going on on the home front.
9/6/09
Maybe I'm smarter than I thought
Leaving old firm may have turned out to be a better decision that I realized. As I was heading into the office Friday morning I saw one of the secretaries from old firm crossing the street. I know she takes the train to work, and she wasn't especially close to a station, so I pulled over and offered her a ride.
She let it slip that the firm's big moneymaker case had been stayed due to a bankruptcy--basically bringing all billables to a screeching halt. The firm had hired three associates and two paralegals exclusively for that matter. Everyone who was contract has been canned.
Now, I probably would have been safe, even through this. I did the initial work-up on the moneymaker case, but I was moved off of it fairly early on. Instead, I was very deeply involved with all of the other cases in my practice group. And I was hired before all of those who were working on the moneymaker case. But, still, it is possible that I could have been laid off if another big fish weren't reeled in soon.
Of course, I am "last in" at new firm. So, presumably, if things go south I will be first out. But new firm seems to take major financial decisions--like adding a new associate (I was an expansion, not a replacement)--very seriously, and I don't think they would have made that leap if they weren't confident that they had the business to keep me around. And the current economic climate is actually a bit of a boon to the industry I am working in now.
She let it slip that the firm's big moneymaker case had been stayed due to a bankruptcy--basically bringing all billables to a screeching halt. The firm had hired three associates and two paralegals exclusively for that matter. Everyone who was contract has been canned.
Now, I probably would have been safe, even through this. I did the initial work-up on the moneymaker case, but I was moved off of it fairly early on. Instead, I was very deeply involved with all of the other cases in my practice group. And I was hired before all of those who were working on the moneymaker case. But, still, it is possible that I could have been laid off if another big fish weren't reeled in soon.
Of course, I am "last in" at new firm. So, presumably, if things go south I will be first out. But new firm seems to take major financial decisions--like adding a new associate (I was an expansion, not a replacement)--very seriously, and I don't think they would have made that leap if they weren't confident that they had the business to keep me around. And the current economic climate is actually a bit of a boon to the industry I am working in now.
9/5/09
Holiday Weekend
We were all supposed to be driving to Hometown this morning. SIL turned 3o yesterday, and his family makes a big deal out of the big birthdays. MIL's b-day was also this week.
We found out a few weeks ago that MIL's cancer is inoperable and incurable. She has already undergone two rounds of chemo and one round of radiation and the tumor did not respond at all. It is pressing on the nerves at the base of her spine and causes constant pain. If it grows larger, it will compress the arteries running to her legs. She is currently undergoing a third round of chemo, just to keep it from growing any more. She'll return to the cancer treatment center next month for a fourth, experimental treatment.
Anyway, MIL was really looking forward to having all of her kids together for SIL's birthday bash. Unfortunately, two of my kids started running fevers yesterday and have nasty colds. Of course, we can't bring them anywhere near MIL right now (really, they're not fit to be anywhere in public.)
So I am home with the two sickies and DH took the third kid with him to Hometown.
We found out a few weeks ago that MIL's cancer is inoperable and incurable. She has already undergone two rounds of chemo and one round of radiation and the tumor did not respond at all. It is pressing on the nerves at the base of her spine and causes constant pain. If it grows larger, it will compress the arteries running to her legs. She is currently undergoing a third round of chemo, just to keep it from growing any more. She'll return to the cancer treatment center next month for a fourth, experimental treatment.
Anyway, MIL was really looking forward to having all of her kids together for SIL's birthday bash. Unfortunately, two of my kids started running fevers yesterday and have nasty colds. Of course, we can't bring them anywhere near MIL right now (really, they're not fit to be anywhere in public.)
So I am home with the two sickies and DH took the third kid with him to Hometown.
9/2/09
It's raining men--or jobs, as the case may be
You know how when you're single it seems as though all the good guys have disappeared off the planet, but as soon as you are in a relationship again, eligible men are suddenly everywhere?
Apparently the same holds true for jobs. It took me two months to find a job. I sometimes went weeks without hearing a peep from anyone. But as soon as I am off the market, jobs start popping up everywhere. In the month I've been employed I've had at least 3 interview requests, and in the last week I have had two almost job offers. One from a firm I interviewed with letting me know that they suddenly have an opening and asking if I was still interested. The second came today from a friend at the DA's office I interned at in law school. They just received a grant for an intake attorney and he was giving me a heads up that the DA was going to call me to see if I was interested.
I somewhat reluctantly told my friend that I am off the market. I sort of feel like a sell out. Being a prosecutor was what I wanted to do more than anything coming out of law school, and if he had called 6 weeks ago I would have jumped at the offer.
But I will admit that the first thing that popped into my mind was that a move to the DA's office would require a 50% pay cut. I would have been ok with that kind of salary starting out, but it would be tough to swallow after acclimating to a higher income.
And intake attorney doesn't sound like that much fun. And they grant is only for one year. And it is in podunkville, and I'd rather practice in Big City.
But I have friends there. It is closer to home. The hours would be better.
For now I'll stay where I am. I'm not quite loving it, but I know that it will take some time to adjust. And I don't think it's fair to abandon ship without giving it a fair shake. (How many metaphors have I mixed in this post?)
Apparently the same holds true for jobs. It took me two months to find a job. I sometimes went weeks without hearing a peep from anyone. But as soon as I am off the market, jobs start popping up everywhere. In the month I've been employed I've had at least 3 interview requests, and in the last week I have had two almost job offers. One from a firm I interviewed with letting me know that they suddenly have an opening and asking if I was still interested. The second came today from a friend at the DA's office I interned at in law school. They just received a grant for an intake attorney and he was giving me a heads up that the DA was going to call me to see if I was interested.
I somewhat reluctantly told my friend that I am off the market. I sort of feel like a sell out. Being a prosecutor was what I wanted to do more than anything coming out of law school, and if he had called 6 weeks ago I would have jumped at the offer.
But I will admit that the first thing that popped into my mind was that a move to the DA's office would require a 50% pay cut. I would have been ok with that kind of salary starting out, but it would be tough to swallow after acclimating to a higher income.
And intake attorney doesn't sound like that much fun. And they grant is only for one year. And it is in podunkville, and I'd rather practice in Big City.
But I have friends there. It is closer to home. The hours would be better.
For now I'll stay where I am. I'm not quite loving it, but I know that it will take some time to adjust. And I don't think it's fair to abandon ship without giving it a fair shake. (How many metaphors have I mixed in this post?)
8/31/09
When is free really free?
PS and I were playing with a keyboard at Costco the other day. She asked if I could play anything, and I responded with the truth: the only thing I can play on the piano is Silver Bells. She was quite impressed with my ability to peck out the first few bars as I sang out the notes ("C-A-G-E, C-A-G-E, E-D-C, A-A-A").
Then she said, "Oh, that's how you do it," and proceeded to play a song that she knows on her violin. The child knows nothing about the piano, but was able to play an actual tune. She also taught herself a few simple tunes by ear on her violin and the kiddie keyboard she has at home.
I played the flute for years (and was very good) and cannot play ANYTHING by ear. And I certainly could not play anything on the piano. I think my child has musical talent. (I did not have talent, Ihad work ethic. I practiced a lot.) She is doing ok, but not great, with the violin--but I think it is because she's just not that interested in it. I think she may have more interest in the piano.
So, last night on craigslist I found a free piano. There were pictures posted and it looks nice enough. The ad said it was in good shape and just needed to be tuned. I am always leary of a craigslist ad, but I think it's within the realm of possibility that someone would give away a piano just to avoid the cost of having it moved.
And of course, it will cost me a couple of hundred bucks to have the "free" piano moved and tuned. I will go see it before I start coughing up cash, but I know nothing about pianos or what to look for. I guess as long as it plays and there are no visible defects it will work well enough for a starter piano.
Then she said, "Oh, that's how you do it," and proceeded to play a song that she knows on her violin. The child knows nothing about the piano, but was able to play an actual tune. She also taught herself a few simple tunes by ear on her violin and the kiddie keyboard she has at home.
I played the flute for years (and was very good) and cannot play ANYTHING by ear. And I certainly could not play anything on the piano. I think my child has musical talent. (I did not have talent, Ihad work ethic. I practiced a lot.) She is doing ok, but not great, with the violin--but I think it is because she's just not that interested in it. I think she may have more interest in the piano.
So, last night on craigslist I found a free piano. There were pictures posted and it looks nice enough. The ad said it was in good shape and just needed to be tuned. I am always leary of a craigslist ad, but I think it's within the realm of possibility that someone would give away a piano just to avoid the cost of having it moved.
And of course, it will cost me a couple of hundred bucks to have the "free" piano moved and tuned. I will go see it before I start coughing up cash, but I know nothing about pianos or what to look for. I guess as long as it plays and there are no visible defects it will work well enough for a starter piano.
8/29/09
Cell phone demons
Would you be concerned if your lawyer whipped out this phone? I LOVE this case. It screams something, but I'm not sure it's professionalism. PS said, "it doesn't mean your not a grown up, it just means you're a grown up who likes to have fun."
8/26/09
Perfect Day
Left the house at 7:15 so that I could make it to the office by 8 for an 8:30 meeting with a client. Made it to work at 8:35. (Fortunately both boss and client were late as well.)
Spent all day doing off-site doc review with client.
Broke for lunch and backed into a low concrete wall that was completely invisible from the driver's seat of my ginormous SUV--with client in the car. Am sure client now thinks his lawyer is a crazy woman driver. Have a nice dent in my bumper. (Shhhh, don't tell DH.)
Finish doc review at 6:30 and my head is pounding, drop client off at office at 7:15, make it home by 7:45. Sit down for dinner and spill an entire glass of iced tea into my lap. Possibly ruined suit. (I always change clothes as soon as come home from work, but tonight I was so tired, and dinner was on the table, so I was still in my suit.)
Head still pounding, too tired to eat, go take a bath.
Headache gone, exhaustion setting in.
Spent all day doing off-site doc review with client.
Broke for lunch and backed into a low concrete wall that was completely invisible from the driver's seat of my ginormous SUV--with client in the car. Am sure client now thinks his lawyer is a crazy woman driver. Have a nice dent in my bumper. (Shhhh, don't tell DH.)
Finish doc review at 6:30 and my head is pounding, drop client off at office at 7:15, make it home by 7:45. Sit down for dinner and spill an entire glass of iced tea into my lap. Possibly ruined suit. (I always change clothes as soon as come home from work, but tonight I was so tired, and dinner was on the table, so I was still in my suit.)
Head still pounding, too tired to eat, go take a bath.
Headache gone, exhaustion setting in.
8/23/09
Last day of summer
The girlies go back to school tomorrow. DH escorted them to Meet the Teacher night on Friday. They were bouncing-off-the-walls excited. PS and TT got the teachers they wanted. SS did not, but the way it worked out is really great.
SS and TT's teachers will be team teaching this year. SS's teacher will handle math and science for both classes and TT's teacher will handle language and social studies for both classes. So they will have the same teachers for all subjects!!! This is a dream come true for a mom of twins, and will make my life much, much easier. They were not doing this when PS was in 3rd grade, so it was a very pleasant surprise.
PS is assigned to the super-cool male science teacher for homeroom. I am thrilled for her because she LOVES science. And this teacher runs the Lego Mindstorm robotics program that PS is dying to be involved with. He told her that she should be a shoo-in since she is such a science nut and was in his science clubs last year. She will also be in the same class as her BFF for the first time ever. It will be interesting to see how that works out.
All of the kids are going to be up for big changes. I think 3rd grade is a big transition year, and PS's 6th grade curriculum sounds very challenging. She is in pre-AP math--I hope that I can still help her!
Of course, the next few weeks will be insane, as we get back into the routine of getting everybody out the door in the morning, and the dinner, homework, baths before a school-night bedtime rush in the evenings. Plus their fall activities, and only having a few hours each evening to fit it all in.
And the forms, my god the forms. Every year I start cursing at the number of forms I am required to fill out. So far it is 14 per kid (42!!!). But those are just the official school district forms. There will be more from each teacher, the PTA, the specials teachers, etc. The freaking forms drive me to cursing every single year. This year I finally got smart and just left the first name blank and photocopied them all, so at least I only had to fill out one of each form.
Now I just need to iron PS's first day of school outfit (why did I let her pick out something that had to be ironed?) and I think we're all set.
SS and TT's teachers will be team teaching this year. SS's teacher will handle math and science for both classes and TT's teacher will handle language and social studies for both classes. So they will have the same teachers for all subjects!!! This is a dream come true for a mom of twins, and will make my life much, much easier. They were not doing this when PS was in 3rd grade, so it was a very pleasant surprise.
PS is assigned to the super-cool male science teacher for homeroom. I am thrilled for her because she LOVES science. And this teacher runs the Lego Mindstorm robotics program that PS is dying to be involved with. He told her that she should be a shoo-in since she is such a science nut and was in his science clubs last year. She will also be in the same class as her BFF for the first time ever. It will be interesting to see how that works out.
All of the kids are going to be up for big changes. I think 3rd grade is a big transition year, and PS's 6th grade curriculum sounds very challenging. She is in pre-AP math--I hope that I can still help her!
Of course, the next few weeks will be insane, as we get back into the routine of getting everybody out the door in the morning, and the dinner, homework, baths before a school-night bedtime rush in the evenings. Plus their fall activities, and only having a few hours each evening to fit it all in.
And the forms, my god the forms. Every year I start cursing at the number of forms I am required to fill out. So far it is 14 per kid (42!!!). But those are just the official school district forms. There will be more from each teacher, the PTA, the specials teachers, etc. The freaking forms drive me to cursing every single year. This year I finally got smart and just left the first name blank and photocopied them all, so at least I only had to fill out one of each form.
Now I just need to iron PS's first day of school outfit (why did I let her pick out something that had to be ironed?) and I think we're all set.
8/17/09
Never criticize your husband's mashed potatoes
Crazy day. I had a dentist appointment that made me about an hour late for work. (I had to be fitted for a crown. I have been putting it off for, oh, 2 years, but I am losing my dental coverage at the end of the month, so it was now or never. I've been on DH's health insurance forever, which includes dental and vision. New firm covers the full cost of health insurance, but doesn't offer dental or vision, and it's not worth paying for me to stay on DH's health plan just for vision and dental.)
As soon as I got to my desk, I had messages from two of my big bosses. One of them was an emergency that I had to deal with because he had to be out of the office and the other attorney on the case is on his honeymoon. So that kept me busy all day, plus about a million other little things thrown.
I finally made it home about 7:15, as DH was just about to put dinner on the table. I helped bring everything to the table, and then started serving up the kids' plates. And I might have said, "honey, I think you added too much milk, your mashed potatoes are more like potato soup." He huffed back into the kitchen.
I finished serving the kids and we waited and waited for DH to return with the green beans. When he finally arrived I said, "the hardest part about being a cook is figuring out how to get all of the food on the table at the same time."
Apparently he considered that as an additional criticism of his cooking, and it all went downhill from there.
So, the crazy day isn't getting any better. Maybe I should just go to bed.
As soon as I got to my desk, I had messages from two of my big bosses. One of them was an emergency that I had to deal with because he had to be out of the office and the other attorney on the case is on his honeymoon. So that kept me busy all day, plus about a million other little things thrown.
I finally made it home about 7:15, as DH was just about to put dinner on the table. I helped bring everything to the table, and then started serving up the kids' plates. And I might have said, "honey, I think you added too much milk, your mashed potatoes are more like potato soup." He huffed back into the kitchen.
I finished serving the kids and we waited and waited for DH to return with the green beans. When he finally arrived I said, "the hardest part about being a cook is figuring out how to get all of the food on the table at the same time."
Apparently he considered that as an additional criticism of his cooking, and it all went downhill from there.
So, the crazy day isn't getting any better. Maybe I should just go to bed.
8/16/09
Reason # 5,928, 546 why I made the right decision when I left Old Firm
Friday afternoon I was talking to New Boss when Old Firm came up. New Boss said, "Boy, Partner really didn't want to talk to me when I called for references. He told me that my call should be directed to human resources, but I would talk to me because it is you."
I replied, "well, he volunteered to serve as a reference, but that doesn't really surprise me."
New Boss said, "He was very reluctant. If I asked him pointed questions he would answer truthfully, but I could tell he didn't want to."
WTF??? Partner called me and offer to serve as a reference--and yet when I use him, he acts like a total a-hole! I am so royally pissed. First, Old Firm screwed me out of a job, and then Partner could have very well cost me a second job.
Fortunately, I think New Boss does not have a very high opinion of Old Firm, and recognized that the issues are theirs, not mine. Thank god I found New Firm, because I might never had found a job with the bad mojo of Old Firm hanging around.
I replied, "well, he volunteered to serve as a reference, but that doesn't really surprise me."
New Boss said, "He was very reluctant. If I asked him pointed questions he would answer truthfully, but I could tell he didn't want to."
WTF??? Partner called me and offer to serve as a reference--and yet when I use him, he acts like a total a-hole! I am so royally pissed. First, Old Firm screwed me out of a job, and then Partner could have very well cost me a second job.
Fortunately, I think New Boss does not have a very high opinion of Old Firm, and recognized that the issues are theirs, not mine. Thank god I found New Firm, because I might never had found a job with the bad mojo of Old Firm hanging around.
8/15/09
ihappiness
To celebrate 2 weeks of gainful employment and my first paycheck in 3 months, I finally got my iphone last night. I had been debating between the iphone and blackberry, and since my office runs macs and our calendaring email system is a mac-based system, the iphone seemed to make the most sense. And it's just cool.
I spent too much time last night loading it up with apps. Some not so useful, like the iglowstick, some moderately useful like urban spoon, the essentials like facebook and google mobile, and some that are just freakin' cool like Shazam (DH is pulling out his obscure music trying to defeat Shazam.)
Of course, there are plenty of law-related apps out there. I'm just not sure that I need the Rules of Evidence on my phone. Good to know there out there though.
iphone J.D. specializes in reviewing iphone apps for lawyers, and recently posted a list of reviews in one handy-dandy blog post.
This blog has also done a nice job reviewing quite a few apps for lawyers. The date calc app seems handy--but can it calculate the Monday following the expiration of 20 days? Oh wait--I found a legal deadline calculator specific to my state--woot!
So my phone is becoming all tricked out--now I just need to get the hang of the virtual keyboard.
I spent too much time last night loading it up with apps. Some not so useful, like the iglowstick, some moderately useful like urban spoon, the essentials like facebook and google mobile, and some that are just freakin' cool like Shazam (DH is pulling out his obscure music trying to defeat Shazam.)
Of course, there are plenty of law-related apps out there. I'm just not sure that I need the Rules of Evidence on my phone. Good to know there out there though.
iphone J.D. specializes in reviewing iphone apps for lawyers, and recently posted a list of reviews in one handy-dandy blog post.
This blog has also done a nice job reviewing quite a few apps for lawyers. The date calc app seems handy--but can it calculate the Monday following the expiration of 20 days? Oh wait--I found a legal deadline calculator specific to my state--woot!
So my phone is becoming all tricked out--now I just need to get the hang of the virtual keyboard.
8/13/09
The bane of youth
Today I met a client with whom I telephone conferenced earlier in the week. He asked if I had been doing this very long. My boss piped in that I had just started with the firm, but that I had been practicing for a couple of years. Client said, "well you couldn't have been practicing very long, you sure don't look very old."
Of course, as a woman, I am always pleased to hear that I look younger than I am. But I'm not sure that my allegedly youthful appearance is a virtue for my professional career. If I had gone straight through college and law school, I could have made partner by now. In fact, a couple of the partners at my firm are my age.
And this isn't the first time that others have assumed that I am a twenty-something. In law school virtually everyone assumed that I was their age. And once they learned I had kids--and how old they were--you could seem them mentally calculating whether I was a teen parent. A few were bold enough to ask my age, and were usually very surprised.
My former boss certainly had no clue how old I was until well after I was hired (and I wasn't about to disillusion him.) And my current boss actually asked how old I was in my interview, and then informed me that I did not look my age. (And yes, I did tell him that he is not supposed to ask age in interviews.)
The thing is, I don't really thing I look so much younger than I am. I don't dress "young." Today I was wearing a cardigan and slacks. I definitely don't have the figure I did at 25. And I don't really think I look younger than friends my own age.
Anyway, the point is that I don't think looking young is helpful to my career. I'm not sure the client I met today would be as comfortable with me handling his case as he would with someone who appeared older. But there is not much I can do about it. I'll just have to prove my competence to gain the confidence of my clients.
P.S. I do not know what was up with yesterday's post. It was a little umm, redundant, or something.
Of course, as a woman, I am always pleased to hear that I look younger than I am. But I'm not sure that my allegedly youthful appearance is a virtue for my professional career. If I had gone straight through college and law school, I could have made partner by now. In fact, a couple of the partners at my firm are my age.
And this isn't the first time that others have assumed that I am a twenty-something. In law school virtually everyone assumed that I was their age. And once they learned I had kids--and how old they were--you could seem them mentally calculating whether I was a teen parent. A few were bold enough to ask my age, and were usually very surprised.
My former boss certainly had no clue how old I was until well after I was hired (and I wasn't about to disillusion him.) And my current boss actually asked how old I was in my interview, and then informed me that I did not look my age. (And yes, I did tell him that he is not supposed to ask age in interviews.)
The thing is, I don't really thing I look so much younger than I am. I don't dress "young." Today I was wearing a cardigan and slacks. I definitely don't have the figure I did at 25. And I don't really think I look younger than friends my own age.
Anyway, the point is that I don't think looking young is helpful to my career. I'm not sure the client I met today would be as comfortable with me handling his case as he would with someone who appeared older. But there is not much I can do about it. I'll just have to prove my competence to gain the confidence of my clients.
P.S. I do not know what was up with yesterday's post. It was a little umm, redundant, or something.
8/12/09
New job: week 2
Tomorrow marks 2 weeks at the new job. I think this week is going much better than last. Last week I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with getting up to speed on several cases at once. At old firm I was finally at the point where I had brought most of my cases up from their infancy and I was very familiar with them. Now I am having to learn a new practice area and get up to speed on 10 different cases all at once.
But I am getting a handle on things and am no longer so overwhelmed. I worked late tonight, but otherwise have been regulating my hours better.
Nothing exciting to write about.
But I am getting a handle on things and am no longer so overwhelmed. I worked late tonight, but otherwise have been regulating my hours better.
Nothing exciting to write about.
8/9/09
Holiday
We've never taken the kids on a big vacation, for several reasons, I guess. For one, the cost for 5 people to travel anywhere becomes astronomical very quickly. When we were living on a single income, most trips were simply out of our budget, so we tended to stick close to home. We've visited all the major cities in out state, but now it kind of feels "been there, done that." We've wandered out of state on a couple of occasions, renting a beach house for a week over spring break, and a cabin in the mountains last summer with all of DH's family. But we've never done a big, grand vacation with the kids. Number 1 on our list is Disney. I've been promising the kids for the last two years that we would someday go to Disney World.
Last fall Disney was running a great special that made a vacation very affordable, so I booked us for June. Unfortunately, due to a number of reasons (humongous tax bill, quitting my job, MIL receiving cancer treatments and not wanting to leave the state) we had to reschedule. I went ahead and rebooked for December because I figured it would be the easiest time to get away no matter where I was working. But the cost went up about $2k.
Given the number of financial hits we have taken lately, I really did not want to spend nearly $5k on this trip. But I poked around in the online trip planner and found that we could get back down to our original cost by changing our resort. Yea! It looked like our trip could still happen.
Then, last night, I was reading the Disney boards (yes, I'm that girl) and saw a banner ad to save 30% off room reservations. I followed the link, booked our exact trip and found I could save over $400. A quick call to reservations this morning, and the discount was applied to my existing reservation. That will cover our gas. (There is no way I can afford to fly all 5 of us out there, unless rates REALLY drop--unlikely over the holidays.)
So we're set and I am slowly chiseling away the cost of our trip. Hopefully, this will be the first of many big family vacations. One of my favorite pastimes is planning vacations--it would be great if we could actually start taking them.
In an ideal world, I would like to take a big trip every two years, with a smaller trip in between. Of course the problem with being a lawyer is that you finally have the money to travel, but finding the time is a whole new issue. Fortunately, I have noticed at my new firm that several people are taking long (2-3 week) vacations this summer.
Last fall Disney was running a great special that made a vacation very affordable, so I booked us for June. Unfortunately, due to a number of reasons (humongous tax bill, quitting my job, MIL receiving cancer treatments and not wanting to leave the state) we had to reschedule. I went ahead and rebooked for December because I figured it would be the easiest time to get away no matter where I was working. But the cost went up about $2k.
Given the number of financial hits we have taken lately, I really did not want to spend nearly $5k on this trip. But I poked around in the online trip planner and found that we could get back down to our original cost by changing our resort. Yea! It looked like our trip could still happen.
Then, last night, I was reading the Disney boards (yes, I'm that girl) and saw a banner ad to save 30% off room reservations. I followed the link, booked our exact trip and found I could save over $400. A quick call to reservations this morning, and the discount was applied to my existing reservation. That will cover our gas. (There is no way I can afford to fly all 5 of us out there, unless rates REALLY drop--unlikely over the holidays.)
So we're set and I am slowly chiseling away the cost of our trip. Hopefully, this will be the first of many big family vacations. One of my favorite pastimes is planning vacations--it would be great if we could actually start taking them.
In an ideal world, I would like to take a big trip every two years, with a smaller trip in between. Of course the problem with being a lawyer is that you finally have the money to travel, but finding the time is a whole new issue. Fortunately, I have noticed at my new firm that several people are taking long (2-3 week) vacations this summer.
8/6/09
Enjoy the silence
So I guess my posting has slowed now that I have rejoined the ranks of the employed.
My week started off slowly, with a little bit of thumb-twiddling. Now my desk is covered with projects and I already feel like I'm behind. I have worked later than I would prefer nearly every night this week. It seems that the lawyers there come in fairly late and stay really late. I don't want to look like a slacker my first week in by leaving when the clock strikes 6, but at the same time I'm not sure how this comports with their assurances that I would not be putting in nearly the hours that I was at old firm. But I am in earlier than everybody else, so hopefully I can maintain a more regular schedule once I've settled in a bit more.
I've already been given a case to call my own, and I'm being added as a second chair on a couple of others. I'm being sent to a conference in November. (I have my choice of attending it in Boston, San Diego, Fort Lauderdale, Denver or Nashville--suggestions??) And next month they're sending me to a luncheon for women in my new industry (which is really not a female-oriented industry).
It is very, very different from old firm--which is definitely not a bad thing, but there are some adjustments to be made.
Overall, I think it is going well. I am happy to be working again, and I think I am doing ok with learning my new practice area. I know enough about the basics that I can concentrate on the details. But boy am I tired.
My week started off slowly, with a little bit of thumb-twiddling. Now my desk is covered with projects and I already feel like I'm behind. I have worked later than I would prefer nearly every night this week. It seems that the lawyers there come in fairly late and stay really late. I don't want to look like a slacker my first week in by leaving when the clock strikes 6, but at the same time I'm not sure how this comports with their assurances that I would not be putting in nearly the hours that I was at old firm. But I am in earlier than everybody else, so hopefully I can maintain a more regular schedule once I've settled in a bit more.
I've already been given a case to call my own, and I'm being added as a second chair on a couple of others. I'm being sent to a conference in November. (I have my choice of attending it in Boston, San Diego, Fort Lauderdale, Denver or Nashville--suggestions??) And next month they're sending me to a luncheon for women in my new industry (which is really not a female-oriented industry).
It is very, very different from old firm--which is definitely not a bad thing, but there are some adjustments to be made.
Overall, I think it is going well. I am happy to be working again, and I think I am doing ok with learning my new practice area. I know enough about the basics that I can concentrate on the details. But boy am I tired.
8/2/09
First Day in the Office
I have moved from a mid-sized firm in a big shiny building downtown, to a smallish firm in a smaller shiny building not downtown. In one of my interviews with another firm, someone asked me how important it was for me to remain downtown. I responded that it was not at the top of my priority list--which is true, I could not care less about the "prestige" of working downtown.
When I walked in on Friday, I was given the tour and shown to my office. They told me that my computer was all set up and that I could start figuring it all out. I looked around, saw a monitor and a little box that looked like an external hard-drive, but no computer. Hmmm, that's odd. But I hit the keyboard, and indeed, my computer was functional. Turns out that little 8" x 8" x 3" box was the computer. The mac is very intuitive, and I think I'll adapt quickly.
Later Big Boss and two of the junior partners took me to a nice Italian place for lunch. I may have had the best manicotti in the world. The lunch was very relaxed and comfortable--which surprised me, because I am generally tense at business lunches--especially at places with excessive numbers of forks.
Throughout the day, everyone in the office came by and introduced themselves--I was at my old firm for 2 years, and there were still people I had never spoken with.
But how is this for bizarre? I was fiddling around with the screensaver and wallpaper, when I clicked on the "photos" folder--and found my facebook profile pic. How the heck did that get there? I certainly wasn't facebooking on my first day on the job. DH says he has a program that hooks into his outlook and searches the net for photos of his contacts--so I guess that is a possibility. But my work computer doesn't use outlook, and I didn't see anything like that in my email program (not that I was looking).
I also wouldn't be surprised at all if they googled me and found my facebook profile (it's locked, but you may be able to see the picture). But why would they do this on my computer, and why would they save the profile pic? Very strange--I will definitely ask IT guy about this next week.
When I walked in on Friday, I was given the tour and shown to my office. They told me that my computer was all set up and that I could start figuring it all out. I looked around, saw a monitor and a little box that looked like an external hard-drive, but no computer. Hmmm, that's odd. But I hit the keyboard, and indeed, my computer was functional. Turns out that little 8" x 8" x 3" box was the computer. The mac is very intuitive, and I think I'll adapt quickly.
Later Big Boss and two of the junior partners took me to a nice Italian place for lunch. I may have had the best manicotti in the world. The lunch was very relaxed and comfortable--which surprised me, because I am generally tense at business lunches--especially at places with excessive numbers of forks.
Throughout the day, everyone in the office came by and introduced themselves--I was at my old firm for 2 years, and there were still people I had never spoken with.
But how is this for bizarre? I was fiddling around with the screensaver and wallpaper, when I clicked on the "photos" folder--and found my facebook profile pic. How the heck did that get there? I certainly wasn't facebooking on my first day on the job. DH says he has a program that hooks into his outlook and searches the net for photos of his contacts--so I guess that is a possibility. But my work computer doesn't use outlook, and I didn't see anything like that in my email program (not that I was looking).
I also wouldn't be surprised at all if they googled me and found my facebook profile (it's locked, but you may be able to see the picture). But why would they do this on my computer, and why would they save the profile pic? Very strange--I will definitely ask IT guy about this next week.
7/30/09
Day 1
Well, I survived Day 1 of the new job. Thanks to all of you who wished me luck!
I wasn't in the office--instead they sent me to a seminar being presented by the female attorney who initially interviewed me. I am sure that the reason I got the job began with her. She told me in that first interview that she was not a partner because she had chosen not to accept partnership. She wanted to have a family, and once her children were born she began working part-time.
So in that first interview, when she asked what I did besides working, I had choice whether to reveal that I, too, have children. I learned as a law student that I was better off not advertising my age and the fact that I had children. Of course, I never lied, but I never volunteered this information, either. In my old firm Big Boss had absolutely no clue that I was a 30-something mother of three when he hired me, and there is no way he would have hired me if he had known as much (others in the office have confirmed this).
But I felt that I clicked with this female attorney who was successfully balancing career and family, and I decided to break my self-imposed rule and tell her that my spare time generally revolved around my children. She was immediately impressed, and suddenly I stood out from the crowd.
What's more, even the male partners I later met appreciated the dedication required to make it through law school with children. They did not view my family as a hindrance that would prevent me from billing enough hours, but rather as evidence of my work ethic and organizational skills.
And I think that I why I was so drawn to this firm. I didn't have to hide who I am--and they actually valued me more because of it.
I wasn't in the office--instead they sent me to a seminar being presented by the female attorney who initially interviewed me. I am sure that the reason I got the job began with her. She told me in that first interview that she was not a partner because she had chosen not to accept partnership. She wanted to have a family, and once her children were born she began working part-time.
So in that first interview, when she asked what I did besides working, I had choice whether to reveal that I, too, have children. I learned as a law student that I was better off not advertising my age and the fact that I had children. Of course, I never lied, but I never volunteered this information, either. In my old firm Big Boss had absolutely no clue that I was a 30-something mother of three when he hired me, and there is no way he would have hired me if he had known as much (others in the office have confirmed this).
But I felt that I clicked with this female attorney who was successfully balancing career and family, and I decided to break my self-imposed rule and tell her that my spare time generally revolved around my children. She was immediately impressed, and suddenly I stood out from the crowd.
What's more, even the male partners I later met appreciated the dedication required to make it through law school with children. They did not view my family as a hindrance that would prevent me from billing enough hours, but rather as evidence of my work ethic and organizational skills.
And I think that I why I was so drawn to this firm. I didn't have to hide who I am--and they actually valued me more because of it.
7/28/09
A hypothetical
Attorney obtains discovery from opposing party.
Attorney tells Client that Client can review and flag relevant documents, rather than paying attorney to review discovery. Client has no legal training.
What do you think of Attorney's actions?
Attorney tells Client that Client can review and flag relevant documents, rather than paying attorney to review discovery. Client has no legal training.
What do you think of Attorney's actions?
Karma and the Pessimist
I'll admit that I am a little stunned at the way things worked out. I ended up with a much better job that the one that I would have taken had previous Big Boss not acted like a manipulative asshole.
I am finally out of the insurance defense mill. This is a good thing. Fewer billables are required, and quality is emphasized over quantity.
I will be a true second chair on my cases. I will get to argue some of my own motions. I will get to go to trial. I will be a point of contact with my clients. This was not the case in old firm. Most of the time, I did not meet with clients and my name wasn't on anything (I did have a few cases where this was not true). I very rarely got to argue the motions that I drafted. It might have been years before I got to go to trial (because they wanted to bill partner rates for trial, and they certainly wouldn't allow me to do anything they couldn't bill for, just because I might learn something.)
New firm seems very interested in mentoring. They know that I am being to thrown into a new field in which I have no experience. But they are prepared to help me learn what I need to know. They have also emphasized that client development is very important--and they are very supportive in mentoring young associates to build their own client base.
New firm is a true "boutique" firm that specializes in a very specific area of law. It is an area that I would never have predicted that I would go into. But I think it is an area that will remain strong and not suddenly disappear (a la med mal). And it is far more appealing than family law--as I would have had to practice as a solo. One of the partners also does legislative drafting pertinent to this field--and I would love to gain experience there.
I just feel so fortunate to have found this position. I have been gearing up for such doom and gloom--either barely getting by while building my solo practice, or having to do practice in an area that I would not be happy in--that I am still in a state of shock.
I will be starting on Thursday, but it will not be a real work day because they are sending me to a seminar. I'll be in the office on Friday, although I have been warned that my office will not be ready--they are painting it over the weekend and they are ordering a new computer. But at least I can start reading up on my new practice area.
I am finally out of the insurance defense mill. This is a good thing. Fewer billables are required, and quality is emphasized over quantity.
I will be a true second chair on my cases. I will get to argue some of my own motions. I will get to go to trial. I will be a point of contact with my clients. This was not the case in old firm. Most of the time, I did not meet with clients and my name wasn't on anything (I did have a few cases where this was not true). I very rarely got to argue the motions that I drafted. It might have been years before I got to go to trial (because they wanted to bill partner rates for trial, and they certainly wouldn't allow me to do anything they couldn't bill for, just because I might learn something.)
New firm seems very interested in mentoring. They know that I am being to thrown into a new field in which I have no experience. But they are prepared to help me learn what I need to know. They have also emphasized that client development is very important--and they are very supportive in mentoring young associates to build their own client base.
New firm is a true "boutique" firm that specializes in a very specific area of law. It is an area that I would never have predicted that I would go into. But I think it is an area that will remain strong and not suddenly disappear (a la med mal). And it is far more appealing than family law--as I would have had to practice as a solo. One of the partners also does legislative drafting pertinent to this field--and I would love to gain experience there.
I just feel so fortunate to have found this position. I have been gearing up for such doom and gloom--either barely getting by while building my solo practice, or having to do practice in an area that I would not be happy in--that I am still in a state of shock.
I will be starting on Thursday, but it will not be a real work day because they are sending me to a seminar. I'll be in the office on Friday, although I have been warned that my office will not be ready--they are painting it over the weekend and they are ordering a new computer. But at least I can start reading up on my new practice area.
7/27/09
I got the job!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With Conservative Firm. And it comes with a nice salary bump, and a substantially lower billable requirement.
They want me to start ASAP--as early as this Thursday!
I must now go do the happy dance!
They want me to start ASAP--as early as this Thursday!
I must now go do the happy dance!
Still no offer
Had my third interview at Conservative Firm today. I met with two junior partners, and both of those seemed to go fine. Then I met for the second time with the two named partners for whom I would be working.
They still seem a little hung up on my grades, but the repeated how impressed they were with me personally. And they stated that I would not be back if they weren't seriously considering me.
I think they know I have the drive, but they are concerned about the brains.
I really hope they make up their minds soon.
They still seem a little hung up on my grades, but the repeated how impressed they were with me personally. And they stated that I would not be back if they weren't seriously considering me.
I think they know I have the drive, but they are concerned about the brains.
I really hope they make up their minds soon.
7/26/09
Good weekend
Friday we had Birthdaypalooza for the twins. First we headed out to the waterpark, where we spent a good part of the day. The kids had a great time and TT was finally brave enough to try the BIG water slides.
We headed home, showered, and let the birthday girls choose where to go for dinner. Their choice: CiCi's Pizza--a place I try to avoid at all cost. But something about all-you-can-eat pizza followed by all-you-can-eat dessert is appealing to the 8-year-old set.
We wound down our evening with a movie. Nothing like relaxing in a cool movie theater after spending the day in the sun. Unfortunately, the kids chose G-Force. If you're thinking about it, don't. Just don't. Yes, it's that bad (as if we weren't warned by the previews!) My girls weren't even into it--although maybe they were jut tired. The kids behind us found all of the butt jokes hilarious.
Yesterday we mostly bummed around the house. I became the house champion of wii Punchout, and I can feel it in my biceps this morning. Good to know I have retained my junior high Punchout skills.
We also went out to look at phones. My contract is up and I am trying to decide between a Blackjack, Blackberry or iphone. The iphone is winning my facebook poll--and the one I played with in the store was way cool.
I hated my firm-issued Blackberry, but it was an older one, so perhaps they have improved.
I liked my Blackjack (which I gave to DH when my firm gave me the Blackberry) because it has a Windows OS and worked really well with my calendar and task syncing--but the new one is is really ugly (yes, I'm a girl and aesthetics play into my phone selection.)
Right now I'm leaning heavily toward the iphone. It's just so cool! I can get the 3G for less than the Blackberry, but the 3GS would be about the same cost. I'm not sure that I need the extra features on the 3GS, but I would hate to regret not coughing up the extra $100 in 6 months when I still have a lot of time left on my contract. My biggest concern with the iphone is typing on the virtual keyboard--my fingers seemed a little clunky.
Of course, I won't make any decisions until after my interview on Monday. I have no idea what their smartphone policy is or what they support.
Anyone have any insight on the Blackberry v. iphone issue? Or the 3G v. 3GS?
P.S. Shelley, if you see this will you email me at legallycertifiable at gmail? I can't figure out how to contact you--I think you've gone underground!
We headed home, showered, and let the birthday girls choose where to go for dinner. Their choice: CiCi's Pizza--a place I try to avoid at all cost. But something about all-you-can-eat pizza followed by all-you-can-eat dessert is appealing to the 8-year-old set.
We wound down our evening with a movie. Nothing like relaxing in a cool movie theater after spending the day in the sun. Unfortunately, the kids chose G-Force. If you're thinking about it, don't. Just don't. Yes, it's that bad (as if we weren't warned by the previews!) My girls weren't even into it--although maybe they were jut tired. The kids behind us found all of the butt jokes hilarious.
Yesterday we mostly bummed around the house. I became the house champion of wii Punchout, and I can feel it in my biceps this morning. Good to know I have retained my junior high Punchout skills.
We also went out to look at phones. My contract is up and I am trying to decide between a Blackjack, Blackberry or iphone. The iphone is winning my facebook poll--and the one I played with in the store was way cool.
I hated my firm-issued Blackberry, but it was an older one, so perhaps they have improved.
I liked my Blackjack (which I gave to DH when my firm gave me the Blackberry) because it has a Windows OS and worked really well with my calendar and task syncing--but the new one is is really ugly (yes, I'm a girl and aesthetics play into my phone selection.)
Right now I'm leaning heavily toward the iphone. It's just so cool! I can get the 3G for less than the Blackberry, but the 3GS would be about the same cost. I'm not sure that I need the extra features on the 3GS, but I would hate to regret not coughing up the extra $100 in 6 months when I still have a lot of time left on my contract. My biggest concern with the iphone is typing on the virtual keyboard--my fingers seemed a little clunky.
Of course, I won't make any decisions until after my interview on Monday. I have no idea what their smartphone policy is or what they support.
Anyone have any insight on the Blackberry v. iphone issue? Or the 3G v. 3GS?
P.S. Shelley, if you see this will you email me at legallycertifiable at gmail? I can't figure out how to contact you--I think you've gone underground!
7/24/09
So, am I just a pessimist?
So I emailed conservative firm my ranking and honors info yesterday, but I got a weird auto-responder, so I followed up with a phone call this morning. I relayed the information over the phone, but couldn't really gauge Partner's reaction.
But, this afternoon Partner called and wants to set up another meeting for Monday morning. I'll be meeting with 3 junior partners, and then I will meet with the two named partners with whom I have already met.
This has to be a good sign, right? Maybe I am just developing a seriously doom-and-gloom attitude, but I am very wary about getting my hopes up.
But, this afternoon Partner called and wants to set up another meeting for Monday morning. I'll be meeting with 3 junior partners, and then I will meet with the two named partners with whom I have already met.
This has to be a good sign, right? Maybe I am just developing a seriously doom-and-gloom attitude, but I am very wary about getting my hopes up.
Eight
Today is the twins' eighth birthday. It's hard to comprehend that they have actually been in the world for 8 years. It doesn't seem like it's been that long.
I'll admit that infant twins were hard. The first 5 months were a complete blur because I got virtually no sleep and I felt like all I ever did was feed babies. (I never got the hang of nursing both at the same time, and one was a slow nurser, so about the time I was done with one, it was time to feed the other.)
But once they started sleeping and eating less frequently, life was great and they were (and still are) so much fun!
DH took the day off and we are taking them to the waterpark to celebrate. Right now they are all out getting donuts--and it is raining! Hopefully it is an isolated even that will pass quickly, because it was not supposed to rain today.
7/23/09
Another hit
I contacted the registrar's office today regarding my ranking and honors designation. While they do not give specific rankings to students, they are provided to graduates upon request. So I now have my exact ranking. I am not as close to the top third as I had anticipated--which seems to render the honors designation almost meaningless if almost half the class graduates with honors.
I think this will be the nail in the coffin that is my application with Conservative Firm. They seem to be really intent on hiring someone in the top third. In fact, they haven't asked for any professional references or writing samples. It's as though my professional qualifications are meaningless if I didn't hit some magic number in law school.
We'll see how they respond, but I don't expect anything positive. I'm afraid that they will think that I wasn't forthcoming about my grades--although I've tried to honestly answer everything they've asked.
I am just about at my breaking point. I have worked my ass off for the past 5 years, and I have absolutely nothing to show for it but a boatload of debt.
I met with a recruiter today, whose only position was with the firm that I am conflicted out with. Then she went on and on about how many unemployed attorneys there are, and how low doc review rates keep sliding because there are so many who need the work and are willing to do it for peanuts. Great.
That meeting certainly made me feel better about the crappy state of my existence.
I think this will be the nail in the coffin that is my application with Conservative Firm. They seem to be really intent on hiring someone in the top third. In fact, they haven't asked for any professional references or writing samples. It's as though my professional qualifications are meaningless if I didn't hit some magic number in law school.
We'll see how they respond, but I don't expect anything positive. I'm afraid that they will think that I wasn't forthcoming about my grades--although I've tried to honestly answer everything they've asked.
I am just about at my breaking point. I have worked my ass off for the past 5 years, and I have absolutely nothing to show for it but a boatload of debt.
I met with a recruiter today, whose only position was with the firm that I am conflicted out with. Then she went on and on about how many unemployed attorneys there are, and how low doc review rates keep sliding because there are so many who need the work and are willing to do it for peanuts. Great.
That meeting certainly made me feel better about the crappy state of my existence.
7/22/09
Is this good or bad?
This evening I received a call from Partner at Conservative firm, who had a few follow-up questions for me. It seems I confused them with my complicated, nontraditional background that is not really explained by my resume. He wanted to verify when I graduated undergrad, if I had started right after high school, and when I started law school and when I transferred. And he wanted clarification regarding whether I had graduated in the top 1/3 of my class. Then he asked me to send over my transcripts.
I explained that I did my undergraduate work right out of high school, graduated in 1997, and stayed home with my children for 6 years, until starting law school in 2004. I transferred after 1 year, which, as far as I am aware, is the only time that you can transfer in any law school in the country.
I explained that my school ranks top third and top half. I did not make the top third cut, but I know that I was close because I graduated with honors, and the cutoff for graduating with honors is close to the cutoff for top third, although I did not know what the difference is. (I think honors is a standard gpa cutoff that does not change from year to year--but I don't know what the gpa cutoff was for top third in my class, which, of course, would change every year.)
Conservative Partner repeated that they were still conducting interviews, but they were obviously looking closely at me. And he repeated that they were quite impressed with me and the fact that I put myself through undergrad while working full time.
I just hope my transcript doesn't blow it for me. My worst grades were in my contract and UCC classes--which are quite relevant to what I would be doing for them. But my best grades were in procedure and performance-based classes (trial ad), which is also very relevant.
I explained that I did my undergraduate work right out of high school, graduated in 1997, and stayed home with my children for 6 years, until starting law school in 2004. I transferred after 1 year, which, as far as I am aware, is the only time that you can transfer in any law school in the country.
I explained that my school ranks top third and top half. I did not make the top third cut, but I know that I was close because I graduated with honors, and the cutoff for graduating with honors is close to the cutoff for top third, although I did not know what the difference is. (I think honors is a standard gpa cutoff that does not change from year to year--but I don't know what the gpa cutoff was for top third in my class, which, of course, would change every year.)
Conservative Partner repeated that they were still conducting interviews, but they were obviously looking closely at me. And he repeated that they were quite impressed with me and the fact that I put myself through undergrad while working full time.
I just hope my transcript doesn't blow it for me. My worst grades were in my contract and UCC classes--which are quite relevant to what I would be doing for them. But my best grades were in procedure and performance-based classes (trial ad), which is also very relevant.
7/21/09
Always check your rear view before leaving the house
This morning I had my second round of interviews with Conservative Firm. I carefully selected my black skirt-suit with barely-there pinstripes and even pantyhose.
I was feeling pretty good about the interview when I arrived home, but when I reached behind me to unzip my skirt, I found that it was already unzipped. Yes, it appears that I spend the entire morning with my behind hanging out of my skirt.
I put my jacket back on to assess (ha!) how much I was really showing. About 2", more if I bent or reached. So instead of analyzing the interview, I have spent the last half hour analyzing whether the interviewers were walking in front or behind and whether I ever bent over. Fortunately, I think the opportunity to examine my exposed assets (ha!) was minimal--but it is still very possible that it was noticed.
As for the interview, I think it went well. The first interviewer told me that I had a good presence. And I got the "any firm would be luck to have you" line--but I get that a lot, and yet no frim seems to be thanking their lucky stars to have found me and offering me a job.
He seemed impressed that I had graduated from a top tier school with honors while raising three children. He also spent a lot of time asking about my background-where I was from, what my parents did. My dad is a machinist and my mother was a retail store manager. I obviously do not come from a pedigreed ivy-league background. But I think this played very well, because he stated that their clientele range from fairly unsophisticated and uneducated to highly educated, and they needed someone comfortable dealing with the entire range. I pointed out that their unsophisticated clients are the type of people that I came from, and that while I have pulled myself up by my own bootstraps and acquired an education and some degree of cultural sophistication, I certainly haven't forgotten where I came from.
He was also shocked at the circumstances of my leaving my previous firm, and seemed to sense that something somewhat underhanded had happened there. (Seriously, no lawyer has every heard of someone unable to take a job because of a conflict.) Then he gave me a little pep talk of the "when one door closes, another one opens" variety. (I've heard this one in several interviews, too.)
I also mentioned that I had co-authored a paper that was presented at a large conference on contractual risk transfer--a subject outside my primary practice area, but very relevant to the position at this firm. (Why is this not on my resume? I had almost forgotten about it.) He seemed very excited about that--and then showed me the large treatise on his desk involving the same subject matter.
That interview lasted about an hour, and I felt that we developed a nice rapport.
The second interview was short. I was supposed to interview with that partner first, but the schedule was changed at the last minute. He had a conference call, so we only had about 15 minutes together. He also spent quite a bit of time on my background--then he asked about my undergrad grades.
I told him honestly that my undergrad grades were unimpressive. I worked full-time while I was putting myself through school and just did not put a lot of effort into my classwork. He seemed ok with that--my law grades clearly show that I was smart enough to make the grade. Then he asked how I managed to get into a top tier school if my grades were that bad.
So it came out that I had transferred in from a 4th tier school. But I think he was ok with that, too. I explained that I was highly ranked in the 4th tier school and that it was almost as difficult to transfer in as it was to be admitted in the first place. He did not seem to have a problem with any of that--and also seemed impressed with my law school grades while I was raising a family.
Overall, I think it went well. They did mention that they were interviewing other candidates, but hopefully my blue-collar background and work ethic will give me an advantage. Unfortunately, this firm is taking their time--so who knows how long it will be before they make a decision. It has been a full month since my initial interviews.
I was feeling pretty good about the interview when I arrived home, but when I reached behind me to unzip my skirt, I found that it was already unzipped. Yes, it appears that I spend the entire morning with my behind hanging out of my skirt.
I put my jacket back on to assess (ha!) how much I was really showing. About 2", more if I bent or reached. So instead of analyzing the interview, I have spent the last half hour analyzing whether the interviewers were walking in front or behind and whether I ever bent over. Fortunately, I think the opportunity to examine my exposed assets (ha!) was minimal--but it is still very possible that it was noticed.
As for the interview, I think it went well. The first interviewer told me that I had a good presence. And I got the "any firm would be luck to have you" line--but I get that a lot, and yet no frim seems to be thanking their lucky stars to have found me and offering me a job.
He seemed impressed that I had graduated from a top tier school with honors while raising three children. He also spent a lot of time asking about my background-where I was from, what my parents did. My dad is a machinist and my mother was a retail store manager. I obviously do not come from a pedigreed ivy-league background. But I think this played very well, because he stated that their clientele range from fairly unsophisticated and uneducated to highly educated, and they needed someone comfortable dealing with the entire range. I pointed out that their unsophisticated clients are the type of people that I came from, and that while I have pulled myself up by my own bootstraps and acquired an education and some degree of cultural sophistication, I certainly haven't forgotten where I came from.
He was also shocked at the circumstances of my leaving my previous firm, and seemed to sense that something somewhat underhanded had happened there. (Seriously, no lawyer has every heard of someone unable to take a job because of a conflict.) Then he gave me a little pep talk of the "when one door closes, another one opens" variety. (I've heard this one in several interviews, too.)
I also mentioned that I had co-authored a paper that was presented at a large conference on contractual risk transfer--a subject outside my primary practice area, but very relevant to the position at this firm. (Why is this not on my resume? I had almost forgotten about it.) He seemed very excited about that--and then showed me the large treatise on his desk involving the same subject matter.
That interview lasted about an hour, and I felt that we developed a nice rapport.
The second interview was short. I was supposed to interview with that partner first, but the schedule was changed at the last minute. He had a conference call, so we only had about 15 minutes together. He also spent quite a bit of time on my background--then he asked about my undergrad grades.
I told him honestly that my undergrad grades were unimpressive. I worked full-time while I was putting myself through school and just did not put a lot of effort into my classwork. He seemed ok with that--my law grades clearly show that I was smart enough to make the grade. Then he asked how I managed to get into a top tier school if my grades were that bad.
So it came out that I had transferred in from a 4th tier school. But I think he was ok with that, too. I explained that I was highly ranked in the 4th tier school and that it was almost as difficult to transfer in as it was to be admitted in the first place. He did not seem to have a problem with any of that--and also seemed impressed with my law school grades while I was raising a family.
Overall, I think it went well. They did mention that they were interviewing other candidates, but hopefully my blue-collar background and work ethic will give me an advantage. Unfortunately, this firm is taking their time--so who knows how long it will be before they make a decision. It has been a full month since my initial interviews.
7/20/09
To be or not to be
Conservative Firm just called to set up an interview with 2 named partners (I already interviewed with one of 3 named partners). Woot! This is my last glimmer of hope of landing a job before my end of summer deadline, and then it is full speed ahead with my solo gig.
Actually, this weekend we bought a pricey new all -in-one laser printer. It is pretty much a necessity if I go solo, and can still be used even if I miraculously land a job. We also bought a desk off Craigslist for $80. It's not especially nice, but it gives me a ton of workspace and the price was right.
We've also started converting SS's room into an office. The twins have been begging to be in the same room again, and have both been sleeping in TT's room all summer, so I might as well take advantage of the space.
Since I haven't been able to find affordable office space, I think I am going forward with a virtual office, run from my newly-converted home office. It is the easiest way to keep overhead down--I'm just not so sure about how people feel about a lawyer without a real office.
Opinions anybody?
This is certainly becoming an acceptable way for the small-firm lawyer to practice. It is discussed frequently on Solosez and my state bar is offering a webcast-CLE on the home-based law office this week.
And in reality, I rarely met my clients face-to-face when I worked in a real firm--usually only when we were preparing for depositions. And I hired many experts who charge much more than I will be without ever meeting them in person.
Plus there is the added benefit that I will go to my clients, rather than them coming to me. Like old-fashioned house-calls. Since I'm focusing on a more rural area, this could be a big plus.
But will clients see it that way? And should I openly market my home-based status and the potential benefits, or only mention it when it comes up?
I guess we'll see what works.
Actually, this weekend we bought a pricey new all -in-one laser printer. It is pretty much a necessity if I go solo, and can still be used even if I miraculously land a job. We also bought a desk off Craigslist for $80. It's not especially nice, but it gives me a ton of workspace and the price was right.
We've also started converting SS's room into an office. The twins have been begging to be in the same room again, and have both been sleeping in TT's room all summer, so I might as well take advantage of the space.
Since I haven't been able to find affordable office space, I think I am going forward with a virtual office, run from my newly-converted home office. It is the easiest way to keep overhead down--I'm just not so sure about how people feel about a lawyer without a real office.
Opinions anybody?
This is certainly becoming an acceptable way for the small-firm lawyer to practice. It is discussed frequently on Solosez and my state bar is offering a webcast-CLE on the home-based law office this week.
And in reality, I rarely met my clients face-to-face when I worked in a real firm--usually only when we were preparing for depositions. And I hired many experts who charge much more than I will be without ever meeting them in person.
Plus there is the added benefit that I will go to my clients, rather than them coming to me. Like old-fashioned house-calls. Since I'm focusing on a more rural area, this could be a big plus.
But will clients see it that way? And should I openly market my home-based status and the potential benefits, or only mention it when it comes up?
I guess we'll see what works.
7/19/09
I have good kids
The twins woke DH and me this morning blaring "They Say It's Your Birthday." It is DH's b-day and playing the song first thing in the morning and dancing like crazy people is our family ritual, but this is the first time it has been kid-initiated.
Then they presented DH with a breakfast menu. His choices were:
They've also made up a list of other things they have planned for today
Then they presented DH with a breakfast menu. His choices were:
- Milk
- Water
- OJ
- Beer
- Pancakes
They've also made up a list of other things they have planned for today
- Make a Birthday King Crown
- Write a Birthday Story
- Do Everything We're Told (yeah, we'll see about that one.)
7/18/09
Real life and movies
So this morning we we headed out to the early showing of Harry Potter (which saves us $15 - 20 vs. going to afternoon or evening showings.) Just as we were about to leave our neighborhood, I noticed a car on the side of the road with the door slightly open and the driver jerking around. I pulled over and DH hopped out to check on the guy.
I was backing up to where the other car was and saw DH whip out his cell phone, so I knew something wasn't right. The driver was having a full-blown seizure. I stayed with the driver while DH talked to the 911 operator.
I have had first-aid training, and have been CPR certified, but I didn't recall any instruction for what to do about a seizure, other than stick something in the person's mouth to keep them from biting--and maybe roll them over to keep them from aspirating. But I had already searched through our first-aid kit and hadn't come up with anything appropriate, and since he was mostly upright in the car, the chances of aspiration seemed pretty low.
Fortunately, the seizure seemed to be weakening and the guy did not appear to be causing himself harm. But he was completely unresponsive.
Shortly before the paramedics arrived, he seemed to come out of the seizure, but he was still unable to speak. I tried to ask him questions, and he seemed to understand and sort of nod, but he couldn't speak.
Finally the paramedics arrived, and he was able to speak to them, but he was disoriented and unable to correctly answer basic questions.
I hope everything turned out well. His car had been moved when we drove by this afternoon, so hopefully that is a good sign. I'm glad we stopped--there were several other cars that passed by while we were standing there, and none of them stopped-but they did shoot us the evil-eye for blocking the road.
Yes, we actually made the early showing--we had left really early, and the entire incident above probably only lasted about 15 minutes. And HP was good. PS thought it didn't follow the book closely enough, but you can only cram so much into a movie. I thought it was funnier and less dark and intense than the more recent HP films. Lots of snogging. Ha! I love that word--snogging!
I was backing up to where the other car was and saw DH whip out his cell phone, so I knew something wasn't right. The driver was having a full-blown seizure. I stayed with the driver while DH talked to the 911 operator.
I have had first-aid training, and have been CPR certified, but I didn't recall any instruction for what to do about a seizure, other than stick something in the person's mouth to keep them from biting--and maybe roll them over to keep them from aspirating. But I had already searched through our first-aid kit and hadn't come up with anything appropriate, and since he was mostly upright in the car, the chances of aspiration seemed pretty low.
Fortunately, the seizure seemed to be weakening and the guy did not appear to be causing himself harm. But he was completely unresponsive.
Shortly before the paramedics arrived, he seemed to come out of the seizure, but he was still unable to speak. I tried to ask him questions, and he seemed to understand and sort of nod, but he couldn't speak.
Finally the paramedics arrived, and he was able to speak to them, but he was disoriented and unable to correctly answer basic questions.
I hope everything turned out well. His car had been moved when we drove by this afternoon, so hopefully that is a good sign. I'm glad we stopped--there were several other cars that passed by while we were standing there, and none of them stopped-but they did shoot us the evil-eye for blocking the road.
Yes, we actually made the early showing--we had left really early, and the entire incident above probably only lasted about 15 minutes. And HP was good. PS thought it didn't follow the book closely enough, but you can only cram so much into a movie. I thought it was funnier and less dark and intense than the more recent HP films. Lots of snogging. Ha! I love that word--snogging!
7/17/09
The Last Unicorn
So I worked the Legal Aid intake clinic last night. I think it was good for me. A little slap upside the head to remind me that there are plenty of people with even worse lives than me right now.
And it was nice to have a reason to put on my suit and heels and look like a lawyer again.
The clinic was about 20 miles away, along back country roads. I was driving back home at dusk when I saw a unicorn walking toward the road. What's that you say? There's no such thing as unicorns? That's kind of what I was thinking, too. But it was a big white horse with something sticking straight up on top of its head.
As I passed, I realized that it was its ears sticking up. But they were long ears--like a donkey. And this animal was bigger than a donkey--and I've never seen a white donkey. Maybe it was a white mule with long donkey ears. But my dad has a mule and it has short horse ears. So I'm just going to stick with unicorn.
Hopefully it's a sign of good things to come. Or maybe its just a sign that I'm losing my mind.
And it was nice to have a reason to put on my suit and heels and look like a lawyer again.
The clinic was about 20 miles away, along back country roads. I was driving back home at dusk when I saw a unicorn walking toward the road. What's that you say? There's no such thing as unicorns? That's kind of what I was thinking, too. But it was a big white horse with something sticking straight up on top of its head.
As I passed, I realized that it was its ears sticking up. But they were long ears--like a donkey. And this animal was bigger than a donkey--and I've never seen a white donkey. Maybe it was a white mule with long donkey ears. But my dad has a mule and it has short horse ears. So I'm just going to stick with unicorn.
Hopefully it's a sign of good things to come. Or maybe its just a sign that I'm losing my mind.
7/16/09
A little of this and a little of that
Finally met with my pro bono client yesterday. At least I have something to do, now. I'm also working the Legal Aid intake clinic tonight. I'm trying to increase my positive karma.
I emailed the firm that was waiting 3 weeks to do call backs. They said they are still interested in me--just moving slowly. That is my only remaining glimmer of hope. I think I've found 2 jobs to apply to in the past two weeks.
In the meantime, DH is moving right along on the website for my solo firm. We spent a couple of weeks scratching our heads trying to figure out a design. We looked at lots and lots of other attorney websites, and let me tell you, the vast majority of them are really, really bad. We've finally come up with something that is coming together very nicely. If DH doesn't kill me first--he doesn't generally have his clients sitting right next to him offering input while he is designing.
After going out with a friend last weekend, I realized that my wardrobe was lacking in going-out attire. I have a closet full of professional clothes. I have shorts and tanks. I have jeans--which will not see the light of day again until at least October, because it is too hot to even consider putting on a pair of jeans. And I have mom capris.
So I didn't have much to choose from last weekend, or for the outdoor concert I am attending this weekend. I decided that I wanted a super-casual summer dress. I rarely wear dresses, because I just don't have the body type. I am short-waisted, and have a wide rib-cage--so it's hard to find something large enough in the bodice that doesn't bag everywhere else. (I have no hips whatsoever--so I often end up with saddlebags where my hips are supposed to be.)
Anyway, I went out yesterday and tried on a dress that I would normally never, ever consider. It is a black knit halter dress, with an A-line cut. The fit was actually pretty flattering (as opposed to the empire-waist dresses that just make me look pregnant). I also picked up a pair of silver chandelier earrings (I rarely wear earrings, and when I do they are just my simple diamond studs) and some sparkly black flip-flops. The whole outfit was less than $40, and totally not mom-like.
The problem is that I bought a backless dress and I have some crazy-ass coloring on my back right now. I have always been pale and freckly. Now I'm multi-colored and freckly.
A few weeks ago I took the girls to the beach. PS was charged with putting sunscreen on my back. There are now jagged shades of brown (formerly bright red) where she missed. DH says it looks like someone threw acid on my back. This week I took the girls to the pool. Now there is a big red circle, where, once again, no sunscreen managed to land. Kids are useless at helping with sunscreen, and my back looks like a piece of modern art. At least my hair is really long right now and should cover most of it.
***
I emailed the firm that was waiting 3 weeks to do call backs. They said they are still interested in me--just moving slowly. That is my only remaining glimmer of hope. I think I've found 2 jobs to apply to in the past two weeks.
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In the meantime, DH is moving right along on the website for my solo firm. We spent a couple of weeks scratching our heads trying to figure out a design. We looked at lots and lots of other attorney websites, and let me tell you, the vast majority of them are really, really bad. We've finally come up with something that is coming together very nicely. If DH doesn't kill me first--he doesn't generally have his clients sitting right next to him offering input while he is designing.
***
After going out with a friend last weekend, I realized that my wardrobe was lacking in going-out attire. I have a closet full of professional clothes. I have shorts and tanks. I have jeans--which will not see the light of day again until at least October, because it is too hot to even consider putting on a pair of jeans. And I have mom capris.
So I didn't have much to choose from last weekend, or for the outdoor concert I am attending this weekend. I decided that I wanted a super-casual summer dress. I rarely wear dresses, because I just don't have the body type. I am short-waisted, and have a wide rib-cage--so it's hard to find something large enough in the bodice that doesn't bag everywhere else. (I have no hips whatsoever--so I often end up with saddlebags where my hips are supposed to be.)
Anyway, I went out yesterday and tried on a dress that I would normally never, ever consider. It is a black knit halter dress, with an A-line cut. The fit was actually pretty flattering (as opposed to the empire-waist dresses that just make me look pregnant). I also picked up a pair of silver chandelier earrings (I rarely wear earrings, and when I do they are just my simple diamond studs) and some sparkly black flip-flops. The whole outfit was less than $40, and totally not mom-like.
The problem is that I bought a backless dress and I have some crazy-ass coloring on my back right now. I have always been pale and freckly. Now I'm multi-colored and freckly.
A few weeks ago I took the girls to the beach. PS was charged with putting sunscreen on my back. There are now jagged shades of brown (formerly bright red) where she missed. DH says it looks like someone threw acid on my back. This week I took the girls to the pool. Now there is a big red circle, where, once again, no sunscreen managed to land. Kids are useless at helping with sunscreen, and my back looks like a piece of modern art. At least my hair is really long right now and should cover most of it.
SuperBob Update
I got a call back from the low-cost vet clinic today. They will do the heartworm treatment for $265--which is less than 1/3 the cost from the vet. But they can't get him in until the end of August. They said it was ok to wait, but he needed to get back on the heartworm preventative. The clinic also doesn't do an x-ray or blood panel, which the vet wanted to do, but said wasn't absolutely essential for treatment. DH and I are considering having the vet go ahead and do these things--but it will be about $250.
And the clinic said that Bob would have to be crated for 30 days following his treatment--only out when on a leash. I anticipated this from my internet research--but it is going to be a hige challenge.
Bob has never been crate trained. Yes, yes I know that is our doing and that if we were good dog owners we would have crate trained him. We did purchase an outdoor chain-link kennel for when the yard guys come and when the kids' friends are over (Bob can be rambunctious and he is big enough to be scary to kids who aren't used to big dogs.) Bob ripped the darn thing apart! So not only do I need to find a crate, but it needs to be something that he can't destroy.
And then there is the concern that crating Bob is going to get him all worked up anyway, defeating the purpose of crating him in the first place. He may have to spend 30 days sedated. Poor Bob--I was on bedrest for most of my pregnancy with the twins and it sucked. I can't imagine being stuck in a cage for a month!
And the clinic said that Bob would have to be crated for 30 days following his treatment--only out when on a leash. I anticipated this from my internet research--but it is going to be a hige challenge.
Bob has never been crate trained. Yes, yes I know that is our doing and that if we were good dog owners we would have crate trained him. We did purchase an outdoor chain-link kennel for when the yard guys come and when the kids' friends are over (Bob can be rambunctious and he is big enough to be scary to kids who aren't used to big dogs.) Bob ripped the darn thing apart! So not only do I need to find a crate, but it needs to be something that he can't destroy.
And then there is the concern that crating Bob is going to get him all worked up anyway, defeating the purpose of crating him in the first place. He may have to spend 30 days sedated. Poor Bob--I was on bedrest for most of my pregnancy with the twins and it sucked. I can't imagine being stuck in a cage for a month!
7/15/09
The Amazing Adventures of SuperBob
Last night as we were about to head to bed, DH and I heard Bob going nuts outside. We peeked out the back door to find Bob nose to nose with a curled up snake.At that point, we could only see that it was bigger and darker than a garden snake--and was possibly a rattlesnake. I was yelling at Bob to come inside, but Bob was having none of it. Then the snake suddenly lunged at Bob--and fortunately missed.
Somehow, DH managed to shoo Bob into the house. I was terrified that the snake would strike Bob. My SIL's lab was bitten by a rattlesnake about a year ago. The dog nearly died and the vet bills were astronomical.
Now, I don't generally have a problem with snakes. We have come across several of them while hiking, and they just slither on their merry way. When the twins were about 3, we found a little rat snake on the front walk and the twins carried it around in a Mr. Peanut jar for 3 days until I made them release it before it starved to death.
And once when the twins were babies (in a different house) we awoke to find a garden snake curled up in the bottom of the Exersaucer (Ok, that one freaked me out a little bit.) But we had lots of garden snakes at that house, and we lived in peace as long as they stayed in the garden.
But this snake was big (you can't tell from the picture, but when it slithered away it was about 4' long), looked suspiciously like a rattler, and was trying to strike my dog. It had to go.
My plan was to take it out with the .20 gauge from the safety of my living room window. DH insisted the neighbors would call the police if I discharged a firearm and that I would be hauled to the clinker--despite my insistence that I could definitely beat the rap for firing at a potential rattler. I'm a good shot and our yard is large enough that the .20 gauge couldn't do much damage beyond our fence even if I missed.
Instead, DH went out with a shovel and a bucket. I was hoping that he was going to beat the darn thing to death with a shovel. Nope, his grand plan was to shoo the snake into the bucket. And then what?? It's not like the snake couldn't just slither right back out. And don't ask me what he planned to do with it if he did manage to trap it in the bucket--put in it the aquarium and keep it as a pet?
The snake actually did crawl about 4" into the bucket. Then it backtracked and started slithering across the yard. Snakes can move pretty freakin' fast. DH did not start beating the snake with the shovel--despite my shrieks of "Kill it! Kill it!" And it slithered under the fence and into the front yard where it disappeared.
We are pretty sure that it was a rat snake and not a rattlesnake. The rat snakes looks like a rattlesnake, but does not have a rattle and is not venomous. DH never heard a rattle, and you can see the tail in the picture, and it does not appear to have a rattle.
Still, I'm not thrilled that this creature was found sitting about 10' from my house and 5' from my kids' play fort. Venomous or not, it can still bite, and I don't want it going after the dog or the kids. I guess the good news is that Bob is perfectly willing to protect us from snakes (I'm pretty sure he'd be useless against burglars-he doesn't even bark when the doorbell rings.)
7/14/09
Really, God? Really??
I feel like I just keep getting punched in the face over and over.I took Bob to the vet this morning for his annual checkup and shots. He was a couple of months overdue, and this was our first visit with a new vet.
The vet kept going on and on about what a good-looking dog he is, coat was in good shape, ears were perfectly clear, teeth were pearly white, no fecal parasites.
Unfortunately, an hour after we left the vet called to tell me that Bob had tested positive for heartworm. He can't tell how extensive it is without an x-ray and additional bloodwork. And he warned that treatment would be pretty expensive--about $1000 because he is such a large dog.
Bob tested negative for heartworm at his last vet appointment a little over a year ago, and was on a heartworm preventative. Unfortunately, we were not so great about giving him the heartworm preventative every month. So it's basically my fault that Bob has this serious and expensive-to-treat condition.
I'm just about at the end of my rope. I'm not sure I can handle any more emotional or financial hits.
7/13/09
Yummy summer entertainment for kids.
Today we made ice cream in a bag. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it actually worked and tasted really good! You do have to shake pretty vigorously and the kids weren't the best shakers, so theirs were more like milkshakes, but mine hardened up pretty well.
No we're having a Harry Potter marathon to catch up before the new movie this week. (Yes, I've read all the books and I've seen all the movies, but I have a memory like a sieve, so a little refresher is a good thing.)
No we're having a Harry Potter marathon to catch up before the new movie this week. (Yes, I've read all the books and I've seen all the movies, but I have a memory like a sieve, so a little refresher is a good thing.)
Sotomayor hearing
So, being unemployed with nothing better to do, I am watching the Sotomayor confirmation hearings. This is my first go 'round watching confirmation hearings--so perhaps I am just naive. But some of these senators are major asshats.
Some of the Republicans seem to be taking an opportunity to lecture, bordering on a personal attack in their opening statements. I'm listening to Sen. Graham of S.C. who wants to ensure everyone knows he is unhappy with the nomination, but has admitted that Sotomayor will be confirmed absent a "melt-down." He keeps making snippy little comments which just aren't necessary. It really makes the senator look like a pouty little-leaguer who just lost the big game. Sen. Sessions also made his share of snippy comments--although he was less openly hostile than Graham.
Of course, the Democrats are irritatingly kiss-assy. We've heard about about her qualifications about 5 times over (and we're only 90 minutes in.)
Read what you want into my comments, I'm about a non-partisan as you can get. I like Sotomayor, but I'm a little concerned about where she will fall on the pro-choice/pro-life spectrum.
I can't imagine having to sit there quietly while one after another throw hateful comments at you, about why you aren't right for the job and why some other hispanic would be better (Sen. Graham's statement.) She's obviously smarter, and pending the outcome of these hearings, will have a far more prestigious career than any of these goofball senators who are grilling her.
Maybe her ability to maintain poise and grace during this hearing is as telling about her qualifications as anything else.
Some of the Republicans seem to be taking an opportunity to lecture, bordering on a personal attack in their opening statements. I'm listening to Sen. Graham of S.C. who wants to ensure everyone knows he is unhappy with the nomination, but has admitted that Sotomayor will be confirmed absent a "melt-down." He keeps making snippy little comments which just aren't necessary. It really makes the senator look like a pouty little-leaguer who just lost the big game. Sen. Sessions also made his share of snippy comments--although he was less openly hostile than Graham.
Of course, the Democrats are irritatingly kiss-assy. We've heard about about her qualifications about 5 times over (and we're only 90 minutes in.)
Read what you want into my comments, I'm about a non-partisan as you can get. I like Sotomayor, but I'm a little concerned about where she will fall on the pro-choice/pro-life spectrum.
I can't imagine having to sit there quietly while one after another throw hateful comments at you, about why you aren't right for the job and why some other hispanic would be better (Sen. Graham's statement.) She's obviously smarter, and pending the outcome of these hearings, will have a far more prestigious career than any of these goofball senators who are grilling her.
Maybe her ability to maintain poise and grace during this hearing is as telling about her qualifications as anything else.
7/12/09
Facebook and Tragedy
Facebook seems to have a way of putting us within 6 degrees of separation of tragedy over and over again. I guess I've lived a somewhat charmed life in the sense that I have not personally had to handle any stunning tragedies.
Today I learned via Facebook of a father (the ex-husband of a friend) who drowned in front of his children this morning--right after saving one who had fallen into the water.
Over the past few months, I learned that I girl I went to high school passed away from brain cancer. I learned that another classmate has had a stroke. My god, I'm 34--not old enough to be losing my contemporaries to cancer and strokes!
I learned that a former classmate was married to a man who was paralyzed in a hugely publicized incident.
I also learned that an old friend's father passed was found unresponsive, and a short time later that he had passed away--all via facebook.
I think I preferred the "ignorance is bliss" state of mind. Suddenly hearing of all these terrible things forces me to consider my own mortality (or even more frightening, my children's mortality).
Today I learned via Facebook of a father (the ex-husband of a friend) who drowned in front of his children this morning--right after saving one who had fallen into the water.
Over the past few months, I learned that I girl I went to high school passed away from brain cancer. I learned that another classmate has had a stroke. My god, I'm 34--not old enough to be losing my contemporaries to cancer and strokes!
I learned that a former classmate was married to a man who was paralyzed in a hugely publicized incident.
I also learned that an old friend's father passed was found unresponsive, and a short time later that he had passed away--all via facebook.
I think I preferred the "ignorance is bliss" state of mind. Suddenly hearing of all these terrible things forces me to consider my own mortality (or even more frightening, my children's mortality).
Overheard at LC's house
DH: "Hey, TT, do you want a chicken leg?"
TT: "No thanks, I'll take a drumstick!"
TT: "No thanks, I'll take a drumstick!"
Thank God I'm Married
I met a friend for drinks last night at this tiny divey honky tonk where the beer is cold and cheap and served in a can. We met at 7 and ended up staying much later than either of us intended. (We had to refill our parking meters twice.)
When we first arrived, there were only a couple of others in the place, but as the night wore on, the crowd thickened and shots started pouring into plastic cups (for them, not us--I am well past the shot shooting era of my life.)
Watching drunken mating rituals was entertaining for my happily-married-with-three-children viewpoint. Whatever they are out there looking for, I've already got.
But I was stunned by the number of hot young girls hooked up with bald, fat old men. Most of the women in the bar were 10 years younger than me, and most of the men were at least 10 years older than me. WTH? Why weren't these girls going some place full of cute, young frat boys. Just because you're old doesn't mean you're rich, and these old guys didn't exactly give off an aura of success.
Anyway the people-watching and judgy snarks about the selected attire of the other patrons made for a fun evening. But I am so glad this is a once-in-a-blue-moon thing and not an every-weekend-hoping-to-find-the-right-guy kind of thing.
When we first arrived, there were only a couple of others in the place, but as the night wore on, the crowd thickened and shots started pouring into plastic cups (for them, not us--I am well past the shot shooting era of my life.)
Watching drunken mating rituals was entertaining for my happily-married-with-three-children viewpoint. Whatever they are out there looking for, I've already got.
But I was stunned by the number of hot young girls hooked up with bald, fat old men. Most of the women in the bar were 10 years younger than me, and most of the men were at least 10 years older than me. WTH? Why weren't these girls going some place full of cute, young frat boys. Just because you're old doesn't mean you're rich, and these old guys didn't exactly give off an aura of success.
Anyway the people-watching and judgy snarks about the selected attire of the other patrons made for a fun evening. But I am so glad this is a once-in-a-blue-moon thing and not an every-weekend-hoping-to-find-the-right-guy kind of thing.
7/9/09
And now for something fun
If you have not checked out Awkward family Photos, you must go there now. Freakin' hilarious.
Adventures in finding office space
My biggest challenge with my plan to go solo is finding office space. I need to keep my overhead as low as possible, and office space ain't cheap.
Ideally, I could work out some kind of office-sharing agreement with another attorney--but I'm not sure how to go about that. I've attended a local bar association meeting, and the attorneys in my little town weren't especially friendly and welcoming. They clearly did not want to encourage any competition to settle in. So I'm not sure how to work out the whole office sharing thing. There also does not appear to be any local bar association newsletter in which to advertise.
Another alternative is a virtual office. For a couple hundred bucks a month, I would have access to office and conference space in a nice office building for a set number of hours each month. This would work great if I were building my practice in Big City. But if I go solo, I want to stay close to home (have to, really, to avoid child care costs I can't afford), and there are no virtual offices in the 'burbs.
So I have been looking at low-rent local office space.
The first place I looked at was in another suburb, about 10 miles away. It is a small town that is experiencing a lot of growth and it doesn't have a lawyer. (But the income and home values are approximately 1/2 what they are in my suburb.) There is a small office for rent there for $500/month. That was definitely more than I wanted to spend, but I was hopeful that if I liked the place, I could negotiate the rent.
The "office" ended up being a small room inside of larger retail space in a strip of attached buildings. The space would be shared with a gift shop, through which clients would have to navigate to reach my office. No conference space or reception area at all. Definitely not something that says "successful lawyer."
So this week, I decided to try again. I drove around the little downtown square in my town looking for available office space. I found one that looked promising, with another attorney in the same space. I called the leasing agent who said he had an office for $200/month.
I went to take a look today. OMG, it was worse than the first space. I swear I have a closet in my house that it larger than this alleged office. It had nasty stained commercial carpeting and a homemade built-in desk made out of plywood. There was a modem with a bunch of wires sticking out sitting on the floor. I guess it had free internet.
I spent about 5 seconds in that office before I turned around and walked out. Working out of a closet is not the image I want to present to my clients.
I can certainly work out of the spare bedroom in my house--but I really need someplace to meet clients. So the search continues.
Ideally, I could work out some kind of office-sharing agreement with another attorney--but I'm not sure how to go about that. I've attended a local bar association meeting, and the attorneys in my little town weren't especially friendly and welcoming. They clearly did not want to encourage any competition to settle in. So I'm not sure how to work out the whole office sharing thing. There also does not appear to be any local bar association newsletter in which to advertise.
Another alternative is a virtual office. For a couple hundred bucks a month, I would have access to office and conference space in a nice office building for a set number of hours each month. This would work great if I were building my practice in Big City. But if I go solo, I want to stay close to home (have to, really, to avoid child care costs I can't afford), and there are no virtual offices in the 'burbs.
So I have been looking at low-rent local office space.
The first place I looked at was in another suburb, about 10 miles away. It is a small town that is experiencing a lot of growth and it doesn't have a lawyer. (But the income and home values are approximately 1/2 what they are in my suburb.) There is a small office for rent there for $500/month. That was definitely more than I wanted to spend, but I was hopeful that if I liked the place, I could negotiate the rent.
The "office" ended up being a small room inside of larger retail space in a strip of attached buildings. The space would be shared with a gift shop, through which clients would have to navigate to reach my office. No conference space or reception area at all. Definitely not something that says "successful lawyer."
So this week, I decided to try again. I drove around the little downtown square in my town looking for available office space. I found one that looked promising, with another attorney in the same space. I called the leasing agent who said he had an office for $200/month.
I went to take a look today. OMG, it was worse than the first space. I swear I have a closet in my house that it larger than this alleged office. It had nasty stained commercial carpeting and a homemade built-in desk made out of plywood. There was a modem with a bunch of wires sticking out sitting on the floor. I guess it had free internet.
I spent about 5 seconds in that office before I turned around and walked out. Working out of a closet is not the image I want to present to my clients.
I can certainly work out of the spare bedroom in my house--but I really need someplace to meet clients. So the search continues.
Another fabulous day in the fabulous life of LC
I knew it was too good to be true when it only cost $220 to fix the A/C in my car last week. Today I was heading out on an errand when it started making a funny noise. Every time I accelerated it sounded like a baseball card stuck in bicycle spokes. This was especially concerning because we were planning to drive 400 miles to Hometown tomorrow.
So I called the shop that did the previous repair and they got me in right away. And then informed me that the air compressor was going out, and it is attached to some belt that would take out lots of important stuff if it did. Cost of repair-- $1300.
Um, yeah I DON'T HAVE A JOB!! I do not want to spend $1300 to repair my 7-year-old vehicle with 130,000 miles! There are much better things that I can think of to spend that kind of money on.
Unfortunately, I don't have a choice. I can't just turn off the A/C--the average temp this time of year is 100. And the guy said that I still run the risk of the belt breaking and messing stuff up even if I don't run the A/C.
I did however, call another shop. I was not especially happy with the first shop for not figuring all of this out the first time around. (I was pretty surprised when they didn't tell me the compressor needed to be replaced on Monday, because my research had indicated that was the problem.) And I really need to spend 2 full days without my vehicle and cancel my plans to leave town because they didn't bother to look beyond the obvious on Monday.
Anyway, the 2d shop quoted me about $1000 for the repair. The guy spent about 10 minutes with me on the phone explaining what needed to be done and why it would cost so much. He also said the chances were slim that the belt would break if I don't run the A/C (whereas the first guy was trying to convince me that I was driving a ticking time bomb--and was obviously peeved when I told him I was seeking a second opinion before dropping $1300.*)
So I guess I'll take it into the 2d shop tomorrow and cancel my weekend plans. I honestly didn't want to go anyway, but I had promised my dad that I would be there for his installation as the Grand Poobah of his lodge. I guess I won't be learning any DaVinci Code Masonic secrets, after all.
*WTH is up with mechanics who treat me like a moron because I am a woman. Hello?? I guarantee I have more education than you and I am 90% sure I'm smarter that you. And I spent a good part of my childhood hanging out in the garage with my dad. My first car wasn't running when I got it. I had to change out all the belts, the oil, rotate the tires, change out the master cylinder, bleed the brakes, replace the CV joints, and help out with any other repair that needed to be made. So while I am not a mechanic, I have a decent idea of what is going on under the hood of my car. And if I don't, I am going to call my dad or my grandfather before I bring my car in to you, so that I know whether you are trying to screw me over!
So I called the shop that did the previous repair and they got me in right away. And then informed me that the air compressor was going out, and it is attached to some belt that would take out lots of important stuff if it did. Cost of repair-- $1300.
Um, yeah I DON'T HAVE A JOB!! I do not want to spend $1300 to repair my 7-year-old vehicle with 130,000 miles! There are much better things that I can think of to spend that kind of money on.
Unfortunately, I don't have a choice. I can't just turn off the A/C--the average temp this time of year is 100. And the guy said that I still run the risk of the belt breaking and messing stuff up even if I don't run the A/C.
I did however, call another shop. I was not especially happy with the first shop for not figuring all of this out the first time around. (I was pretty surprised when they didn't tell me the compressor needed to be replaced on Monday, because my research had indicated that was the problem.) And I really need to spend 2 full days without my vehicle and cancel my plans to leave town because they didn't bother to look beyond the obvious on Monday.
Anyway, the 2d shop quoted me about $1000 for the repair. The guy spent about 10 minutes with me on the phone explaining what needed to be done and why it would cost so much. He also said the chances were slim that the belt would break if I don't run the A/C (whereas the first guy was trying to convince me that I was driving a ticking time bomb--and was obviously peeved when I told him I was seeking a second opinion before dropping $1300.*)
So I guess I'll take it into the 2d shop tomorrow and cancel my weekend plans. I honestly didn't want to go anyway, but I had promised my dad that I would be there for his installation as the Grand Poobah of his lodge. I guess I won't be learning any DaVinci Code Masonic secrets, after all.
*WTH is up with mechanics who treat me like a moron because I am a woman. Hello?? I guarantee I have more education than you and I am 90% sure I'm smarter that you. And I spent a good part of my childhood hanging out in the garage with my dad. My first car wasn't running when I got it. I had to change out all the belts, the oil, rotate the tires, change out the master cylinder, bleed the brakes, replace the CV joints, and help out with any other repair that needed to be made. So while I am not a mechanic, I have a decent idea of what is going on under the hood of my car. And if I don't, I am going to call my dad or my grandfather before I bring my car in to you, so that I know whether you are trying to screw me over!
7/7/09
An opportunity?
Last night I received an email from my aunt, forwarding an email from an out-of-state attorney (a close friend of theirs) who is looking for a family law attorney in my area.
I honestly don't know any family law attorneys--but could probably ask around to get a name. Or I could try to sell myself--after all, that is what I'll be doing if I go solo, and I am jumping in with my legal aid case.
I haven't decided how to respond yet. DH and I agreed to give it until the end of summer before launching my solo firm if it becomes necessary. Going solo really isn't my top choice. The financial instability terrifies me--especially when I consider the amount that I owe in student loans. We can get by on DH's salary--but only while my loans are deferred, and they can't be deferred forever.
Nevertheless, I have been preparing for "Plan B," should it become necessary. I have received quotes for insurance and advertising, I have looked around a bit at renting office space, DH has started designing my website and I already have a domain registered. I signed up for a virtual PBX system which gives a free 800 number, fax, and the aura of a real office for minimal cost. Yesterday I filled up a virtual shopping cart with office supplies to get an idea of the cost of the bare minimum to set up my office (about $150.) DH has speced out a new computer and the software I would need.
I could go forward and try to take this case.
But what if I do get an offer next week or next month? Will a firm be turned off if I bring family law clients with me? I haven't been interviewing with firms that practice family law. Or will it show that I have the gumption to move forward when I am unemployed?
Also, although I have done a lot of research so far, there are still additional steps to be taken should I take on an actual paying client. At a minimum, I would have to open an IOLTA account. Is it worth the hassle, just to stick my toe in?
I don't know--but I am reluctant to turn down any opportunity at this point.
I honestly don't know any family law attorneys--but could probably ask around to get a name. Or I could try to sell myself--after all, that is what I'll be doing if I go solo, and I am jumping in with my legal aid case.
I haven't decided how to respond yet. DH and I agreed to give it until the end of summer before launching my solo firm if it becomes necessary. Going solo really isn't my top choice. The financial instability terrifies me--especially when I consider the amount that I owe in student loans. We can get by on DH's salary--but only while my loans are deferred, and they can't be deferred forever.
Nevertheless, I have been preparing for "Plan B," should it become necessary. I have received quotes for insurance and advertising, I have looked around a bit at renting office space, DH has started designing my website and I already have a domain registered. I signed up for a virtual PBX system which gives a free 800 number, fax, and the aura of a real office for minimal cost. Yesterday I filled up a virtual shopping cart with office supplies to get an idea of the cost of the bare minimum to set up my office (about $150.) DH has speced out a new computer and the software I would need.
I could go forward and try to take this case.
But what if I do get an offer next week or next month? Will a firm be turned off if I bring family law clients with me? I haven't been interviewing with firms that practice family law. Or will it show that I have the gumption to move forward when I am unemployed?
Also, although I have done a lot of research so far, there are still additional steps to be taken should I take on an actual paying client. At a minimum, I would have to open an IOLTA account. Is it worth the hassle, just to stick my toe in?
I don't know--but I am reluctant to turn down any opportunity at this point.
Today's conversation
"Mom, Bob's pink thing is hanging out." (Bob is the dog.)
"Mom, what is the pink thing?"
"It's his pen!s."
"But how come you can't see it all the time?"
"Because it only sticks out when he's happy. The rest of the time it is shriveled up where you can't really see it."
"But why is it covered in fur?"
"I have no idea."
"Mom, what is the pink thing?"
"It's his pen!s."
"But how come you can't see it all the time?"
"Because it only sticks out when he's happy. The rest of the time it is shriveled up where you can't really see it."
"But why is it covered in fur?"
"I have no idea."
7/6/09
Food
I have to say that I made some fabulous dishes to take to my neighbor yesterday. I baked Poppy Seed bread with Glaze that is so yummy and super easy. (It made 2 loaves, so I kept one and gave the other away.) The glaze really makes the bread, which reminds me of the poppy seed muffins that I would occasionally splurge on at Paradise Cafe when I was working.
I also made chicken salad and Strawberry and Spinach Salad. I just kind of do my own thing with the chicken salad. I chunked 3 chicken breast halves, diced 1 rib of celery (for crunch), a quarter cup or so of dried cranberries (for color and a touch of sweetness), and a quarter cup or so of walnuts. I add just enough mayo to moisten the mixture. I don't like mushy chicken salad!
This was my first time making the strawberry and spinach salad, and it is to die for! The dressing really makes the salad--but don't add it until you are ready to serve because the spinach wilts quickly once the dressing is added. Also, the dressing calls for sesame seeds and poppy seeds, which I think I will omit next time. I'm not sure they added anything and I could live without the seeds in my teeth.
Oh, and on the salad, I followed one of the reviewers' advice and added sugared almonds. They were so easy and really added a nice crunch and flavor. Just take 1/2 c. almonds and 3 T. sugar and heat until the sugar caramelizes--delish!
All of it was very easy, and made a great summer dinner. Although DH and the kids refuse to eat chicken salad, and instead opted for barbecue chicken sandwiches. Very easy and pretty good. (But this is not an all-day slow-cooker recipe--the chicken will get mushy if cooked for more than 6 hours. When I'm working I will start it on high when I get home from work, cook until I go to bed, then refrigerate and it is great the next day.)
I also made chicken salad and Strawberry and Spinach Salad. I just kind of do my own thing with the chicken salad. I chunked 3 chicken breast halves, diced 1 rib of celery (for crunch), a quarter cup or so of dried cranberries (for color and a touch of sweetness), and a quarter cup or so of walnuts. I add just enough mayo to moisten the mixture. I don't like mushy chicken salad!
This was my first time making the strawberry and spinach salad, and it is to die for! The dressing really makes the salad--but don't add it until you are ready to serve because the spinach wilts quickly once the dressing is added. Also, the dressing calls for sesame seeds and poppy seeds, which I think I will omit next time. I'm not sure they added anything and I could live without the seeds in my teeth.
Oh, and on the salad, I followed one of the reviewers' advice and added sugared almonds. They were so easy and really added a nice crunch and flavor. Just take 1/2 c. almonds and 3 T. sugar and heat until the sugar caramelizes--delish!
All of it was very easy, and made a great summer dinner. Although DH and the kids refuse to eat chicken salad, and instead opted for barbecue chicken sandwiches. Very easy and pretty good. (But this is not an all-day slow-cooker recipe--the chicken will get mushy if cooked for more than 6 hours. When I'm working I will start it on high when I get home from work, cook until I go to bed, then refrigerate and it is great the next day.)
Ups and Downs
The A/C problem was only a broken belt--yea! I had been poking around the internet and reading of $1200 repairs, so I was anticipating the worst. My car is ready, but I have no means of retrieving it, so I guess I'll be hanging out at home today.
I called to reschedule with the recruiter, but she is leaving town, so we can't meet for 2 weeks. Sounds like it was just an informational meeting, and they didn't have anything specific in mind.
I am beginning to sink into a well of hopelessness. I need to start working again. I am disappointed that I have not heard anything from Terrible Commute Firm, because I thought that interview went really well. I sent a follow-up today, restating my interest and inquiring whether I am still being considered. It drives me nuts when firms that interview you don't have the courtesy to let you know they aren't interested.
I've seen a couple of new postings for firms that rejected my resume, but never interviewed me. I met the qualifications they advertised, so how can they decide I'm not the one if they don't bother to interview me? Obviously they aren't finding anyone better if they are still looking after a month.
I'm trying to remain optimistic about Conservative Firm, which isn't doing callbacks for another week. But I think (but am not at all sure) that I saw a new ad for them this morning. If it is the same firm, they have redrawn their required qualifications and I don't make the cut.
Why does no one want me? Every single person that I have ever worked for in the legal field has complimentary things to say about my work. I know I'm good at what I do--I'm just not very good at interviewing.
Ok, ok, I'll stop the pity party.
I called to reschedule with the recruiter, but she is leaving town, so we can't meet for 2 weeks. Sounds like it was just an informational meeting, and they didn't have anything specific in mind.
I am beginning to sink into a well of hopelessness. I need to start working again. I am disappointed that I have not heard anything from Terrible Commute Firm, because I thought that interview went really well. I sent a follow-up today, restating my interest and inquiring whether I am still being considered. It drives me nuts when firms that interview you don't have the courtesy to let you know they aren't interested.
I've seen a couple of new postings for firms that rejected my resume, but never interviewed me. I met the qualifications they advertised, so how can they decide I'm not the one if they don't bother to interview me? Obviously they aren't finding anyone better if they are still looking after a month.
I'm trying to remain optimistic about Conservative Firm, which isn't doing callbacks for another week. But I think (but am not at all sure) that I saw a new ad for them this morning. If it is the same firm, they have redrawn their required qualifications and I don't make the cut.
Why does no one want me? Every single person that I have ever worked for in the legal field has complimentary things to say about my work. I know I'm good at what I do--I'm just not very good at interviewing.
Ok, ok, I'll stop the pity party.
7/5/09
I feel like a jerk
I was awakened last Tuesday night by flashing lights outside my window. They were from an ambulance in front of my elderly neighbors' home. As I was contemplating whether to go offer assistance, an EMT got in the rig and left. I never saw them load anybody into the ambulance and there were no lights or sirens and no apparent hurry. I assumed it had been a "false alarm."
I considered visiting my neighbors the next day, but I have only met them a couple of time and I didn't want to be the nosy neighbor. But I happened to be in my kids fort yesterday when she arrived home, and said, "Hi!" over the back fence. My neighbor told us that her husband had passed away the night we saw the ambulance.
I just feel terrible for not checking in on her. He had been in poor health, but his death was sudden and unexpected at that moment.
The services are tomorrow, a couple of hundred miles from here. (They moved in only about a year ago.) She mentioned that several out-of-town relatives were coming.
Now I'm scrambling to prepare some food to take over. It is so hot here that traditional comfort food just sounds too heavy. I'm thinking chicken salad with sandwich makings and a fruit plate. And maybe some kind of breakfast bread.
I wish there was more I could do now--but we did give her all of our contact numbers and told us to call if she needed anything at all.
I considered visiting my neighbors the next day, but I have only met them a couple of time and I didn't want to be the nosy neighbor. But I happened to be in my kids fort yesterday when she arrived home, and said, "Hi!" over the back fence. My neighbor told us that her husband had passed away the night we saw the ambulance.
I just feel terrible for not checking in on her. He had been in poor health, but his death was sudden and unexpected at that moment.
The services are tomorrow, a couple of hundred miles from here. (They moved in only about a year ago.) She mentioned that several out-of-town relatives were coming.
Now I'm scrambling to prepare some food to take over. It is so hot here that traditional comfort food just sounds too heavy. I'm thinking chicken salad with sandwich makings and a fruit plate. And maybe some kind of breakfast bread.
I wish there was more I could do now--but we did give her all of our contact numbers and told us to call if she needed anything at all.
7/3/09
A little advice
Do not shout to whatever random deity may be listening, "Can you please throw a little more shit at me? Please?" Because, the answer is "Yes." It can always get worse.
DH and I hopped in the car today to run an errand. About 30 seconds after we pulled out of the driveway, the A/C stopped blowing cold air. It wasn't even blowing lukewarm air. It was blowing HOT air.
At about the same time, the thermometer on our patio was reading 110.
Of course, this happened at about 4:30--when no repair shop in the world was willing to take us. So we will be A/C-free until at least Monday.
And I have an interview on Monday. There is no way in hell I can drive 25 miles to an interview without A/C when it is 100+ outside. It would not be a pretty picture once I arrived. Fortunately, the interview is just with a recruiter, so I have emailed to see if we can reschedule for later in the week.
The rest of the day was pretty good. We hung with the kids all day and then went to see fireworks. (Where we were rained on by soot and bits of shell the entire time--I think the random deity is still punishing me. But the show was great.)
DH and I hopped in the car today to run an errand. About 30 seconds after we pulled out of the driveway, the A/C stopped blowing cold air. It wasn't even blowing lukewarm air. It was blowing HOT air.
At about the same time, the thermometer on our patio was reading 110.
Of course, this happened at about 4:30--when no repair shop in the world was willing to take us. So we will be A/C-free until at least Monday.
And I have an interview on Monday. There is no way in hell I can drive 25 miles to an interview without A/C when it is 100+ outside. It would not be a pretty picture once I arrived. Fortunately, the interview is just with a recruiter, so I have emailed to see if we can reschedule for later in the week.
The rest of the day was pretty good. We hung with the kids all day and then went to see fireworks. (Where we were rained on by soot and bits of shell the entire time--I think the random deity is still punishing me. But the show was great.)
7/2/09
Ugh!
I just received a phone call from my former secretary--at 5:15 on the eve of a 3-day weekend. I assumed it was DH calling, or I probably would have let it go to voicemail.
She said that I had received a magazine from an industry organization that my firm had signed me up with, and wanted to know if she should forward it to me.
I've been gone for more than 6 weeks, and have presumably received numerous mailings in that time, but suddenly she wants to know if I want my junk mail forwarded? She beat around the, "so what have you been up to?" bush a couple of times, and I gave intentionally vague answers. But she eventually came right out and asked whether I was working.
I am almost certain that someone told her to call to find out my status. I think that it might have been a result of my cashing out my 401K this week (my seed money if I go solo.) The plan administrator--who is the office manager, would have to sign off, and would therefore be alerted to what I was doing.
Maybe they think I'm destitute and feel bad for treating me like shit. Maybe they are up to their eyeballs in work, since two more associates have quit since I did, and think there is some chance in hell that I would go back there. Maybe they are just being nosy.
Regardless, whether or not I am working is none of their f'ing business, and they really shouldn't have sent my former secretary in to do their dirty work. At the very least, they should have come up with better cover for their phone call--like a question about a case I was working on. But to call about junk mail--really???
Do I sound like a paranoid crazy person?
She said that I had received a magazine from an industry organization that my firm had signed me up with, and wanted to know if she should forward it to me.
I've been gone for more than 6 weeks, and have presumably received numerous mailings in that time, but suddenly she wants to know if I want my junk mail forwarded? She beat around the, "so what have you been up to?" bush a couple of times, and I gave intentionally vague answers. But she eventually came right out and asked whether I was working.
I am almost certain that someone told her to call to find out my status. I think that it might have been a result of my cashing out my 401K this week (my seed money if I go solo.) The plan administrator--who is the office manager, would have to sign off, and would therefore be alerted to what I was doing.
Maybe they think I'm destitute and feel bad for treating me like shit. Maybe they are up to their eyeballs in work, since two more associates have quit since I did, and think there is some chance in hell that I would go back there. Maybe they are just being nosy.
Regardless, whether or not I am working is none of their f'ing business, and they really shouldn't have sent my former secretary in to do their dirty work. At the very least, they should have come up with better cover for their phone call--like a question about a case I was working on. But to call about junk mail--really???
Do I sound like a paranoid crazy person?
7/1/09
Stupid Mom Move
I told the twins to let the guinea pig run around in SS's room while PS cleaned out her cage. We have a little carrier, but the poor creature spends her whole life in a cage, and I though she might like the chance to roam a bit. (She is more timid and apt to scratch than our previous guinea pig-maysherestinpeace-so the kids don't play with her as much.)
The only way she could get into trouble in SS's room is if she got under the bed--a daybed with a trundle. So I told the kids, "block off the front of the bed and make sure she doesn't get under there."
Just because I can foresee the future doesn't mean I can prevent it. Five minutes later I hear, "Mo-oooomm! Stephany's under the bed." (I hate "Mo-oooommm!" Nothing good ever follows "Mo-oooomm." If I'm lucky, it's just whining or tattling. If I'm not so lucky bodily fluids or animal carcasses are involved.)
Of course she is. And we can't see her because of the trundle. And I'm afraid we'll squish her if we try to move the trundle.
So the kids are on guinea pig watch, locked in SS's room and hoping Stephany makes an appearance soon. I don't think she's coming out--this is the most nervous animal I have ever seen. But hopefully she'll get hungry soon. She does love to eat, and is almost as big as a cat.
The only way she could get into trouble in SS's room is if she got under the bed--a daybed with a trundle. So I told the kids, "block off the front of the bed and make sure she doesn't get under there."
Just because I can foresee the future doesn't mean I can prevent it. Five minutes later I hear, "Mo-oooomm! Stephany's under the bed." (I hate "Mo-oooommm!" Nothing good ever follows "Mo-oooomm." If I'm lucky, it's just whining or tattling. If I'm not so lucky bodily fluids or animal carcasses are involved.)
Of course she is. And we can't see her because of the trundle. And I'm afraid we'll squish her if we try to move the trundle.
So the kids are on guinea pig watch, locked in SS's room and hoping Stephany makes an appearance soon. I don't think she's coming out--this is the most nervous animal I have ever seen. But hopefully she'll get hungry soon. She does love to eat, and is almost as big as a cat.
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