I'm a "hell no"

I think candidates that are called back fall into three piles:

Offer immediately

Ok, I could maybe see them working here, lets see who else we get in this process before we decide... and see if any of our "offer immediatelys" actually accept.

Hell no, reject immediately.

After six callbacks, I fall into the second category at at least three firms, because I haven't heard one way or the other yet.

At two firms, its too soon to tell.

Yesterday, I got a Hell No letter from what I perceived as my best all-around interview. That interview was Wednesday afternoon.

They must have mailed the rejection before the door hit my ass on the way out.

Awesome.





(*I AM ok with this. Amused, really.)

MILS #12

The Weekly MILS (Moms In Law School) Roundup** is the brainchild of Saramel. It is hosted on a rotating basis at the Reasonable Expectations, PT-LawMom, and A Little Fish in Law School blogs and is usually posted no later than Monday morning (the plan, of course, being a Sunday post).


Next week, back to Reasonable Expectations.

And Now: The Overused Phrases Edition

• 1L sucks. 2L Wannabe


• A case of he said, she said. Magic Cookie.


• Send in the clowns. Peanut Butter Burrito


• Saved by the (school) bell. Lag Liv


• Between a rock and a hard place. Law School Mom


• So much to do, so little time. Knocked Up and in Law School


• Its not a party til the scantily clad bunny shows up.* Legally Certifiable
  

* What? That isn't an overused phrase around your house?


**Hat tip as always to the original Law School Roundup.

Kissing hands and shaking babies

Via Angry Pregnant Lawyer via two other sites, one of which has the password and link, though they may not still work.

According to some internet test that had smiley faces and frowny faces, these are my Top 20 Career Interests.

1. Lobbyist
2. Politician
3. Corporate/ Commercial Lawyer
4. Judge
5. Lawyer
6. Criminal Lawyer (I assume that means one who practices criminal law, not one who will be in need of such a person...)
7. Civil Litigator (not the uncivil kind)
8. Criminologist
9. Librarian
10. Career Counselor
11. Child and Youth Worker
12. High school teacher
13. Professor (my original career ambition)
14. Anthropologist (huh, this was my minor in college)
15. Activist
16. Public Policy Analyst
17. Communications Specialist
18. Political Aide
19. Writer
20. Critic


Notables from deeper in the list:
33. Special Education Teacher (my prior job)
39. Hotel desk clerk (really?)

Redux

Things haven't really changed since ... here.

I just keep faking it. Everything is fine. Move along. Nothing to see here.

Its exhausting.

MILS #11

MILS #11 is at PT Lawmom's place. Check it out. I like the theme this week.

Three Moms in Law School (MILS) host a rotating roundup. It'll be back here next Sunday.

Click the MILS link at the bottom of this post for more info.

To join in the fun, make sure you leave a comment on our blogs -- we'll add you to the blogroll. We include moms-to-bes.

Why I love weekends

Clownfish in the bathtub, playing with three plastic bathtub balls:

Stacking three balls, one on top of the other:

Look Mommy! I made an underwater snowman!

letting them fall:

Oh, sorry Mommy. It melted.

Callback brain

I had my first callback with a firm I sort-of like. "Sort of like" means, if they're my only offer, I'll work there. Because hell, they called me back. They must think I'm special, even though I'm just not that into them.

*sigh* This is why I am glad I am married and don't have to deal with this in my personal life -- this firm is the equivalent of Mr. GoodEnough. It'll never be Mr. Right. I don't like playing these games.

Ok, so I was talking to the third attorney in a row. I was saying pretty much the same things and answering the same lame questions and telling the same lame stories. About 20 minutes in, I had this heart-stopping moment when I realized that the conversation had gone out of sequence and I seriously didn't know if I had already told him "Essential Reason I Am Awesomeness Defined #2."

Its a frightening moment, because when the dialogue leads you right to that point, you want to make it. But if you've already said it, you look ditsy and clueless and socially inept, but if you fail to say it, he doesn't get "Complete Picture of The Awesomeness" ... and you're sitting there drooling and babbling and trying to think of something to say.

I'm calling it Callback Brain.

Anyone have similar stories to share?



Also: Totally unrelated. Clownfish said "I want to wear big boy underpants to school today." He's been nearly trained for a few weeks, but insists on pull-ups still Until today. He wore underwear to school today and had no accidents.

He got his long awaited reward: another train for his Thomas collection. I think it was Murdock.

Next challenge: dry at night.

I can has no cheezburger

Confession.

I don't get Lolcats.

I don't know if that makes me tragically unhip, utterly uncool, or merely mildly socially awkward.

But I just don't get it.

Ok, some of the Barzam related ones were amusing -- I saw them hosted on someone's law blog somewhere once a while ago and am too lazy to search, sorry. But they were only amusing in the law-student-geeky-I-find-adverse-possession-jokes funny way. Not in the "wow that cat picture with the atrocious spelling is a riot" way. Hai?

If someone can explain the appeal, I would be grateful. Though I imagine that it is the kind of "funny" (if funny it actually is) that evaporates once you try to explain the mechanics of the humor. For example, I find this strip hilarious, but wouldn't want to have to explain it to my mom.

Maybe I'm too old for Lolcats?

Whatever, I'm gonna "poke" some folks on Facebook and update my Myspace profile to include random youtube videos of people who fall down stairs and clips from great pop culture icons like Family Guy and Simpsons. Yep. That's totally my plan right now.




Joe Mathlete did a rant about Lolcats that prompted this post. His quote about the almost "pornographic" misspelling had me LOLing. Here.

MILS #10

Its at Reasonable Expectations.

Click the MILS link below to find out more.

Rock on.

The day Clownfish learned to tell time on a digital clock

Or: Why Mommy is tired this morning.

So, my Tax class goes to 10:00 pm on Tuesdays. I come home wired and unable to fall sleep, but I did eventually sleep... maybe 1:30? Not bad... if I can sleep til 6:30 I should be fine.

5:40am. Mommy help me! Mommy help me! (This is what Clownfish says every morning even though its been a long time since he's needed actual help getting out of his bed.)

5:41. Convince Clownfish its too dark and too early to get up, and why doesn't he come snuggle with Mommy for 20 minutes. Since I know from experience that sleep won't actually happen and he'll ask me every 36 seconds if its been 20 minutes yet, I show him the clock bedside.

"When the clock says six-oh-oh, we'll get up."

For the next twenty minutes, I had non-stop updates. I cannot emphasize the non-stop enough.

It's 5-4-4. Mommy. There are two fours. Four four. Five four four. Did you see that Mommy? There are two fives. There is a five next to the mark and another five. I am being patient I am waiting for the six. I can count to five. One-two-three-four-five. Hey Mommy Look A SIX a SIX. No, its not six-oh-oh. There are no zeroes Mommy. Its 5-4-6.

To while away a few minutes, he said his alphabet and counted to practice counting... he made it to 25 before he just started yelling random numbers.

He was very happy when he realized that after 9 came zero and then one and then two... there was a pattern to the numbers after all.

Excitement ensued when there was an E because its a letter and not a number, until I explained that it was facing the other way... it was really a three. He thought it wasn't "bumpy" enough.

At 6-0-0, he tore off my blanket and gave me a zerbert on my leg (rasberry? what do other people call those?) and announced it was "Time to wake UP!!!!"

I had laid there with the covers over my head pretending to be asleep -- except for the murmurs of acknowledgement and question-answering -- but I wish I had live-blogged every minute of the monologue this morning.

It was ridiculously cute.

MILS #9

The Weekly MILS (Moms In Law School) Roundup** is the brainchild of Saramel. It is hosted on a rotating basis at the Reasonable Expectations, PT-LawMom, and A Little Fish in Law School blogs and is usually posted no later than Monday morning (the plan, of course, being a Sunday post).

Next week, back to Reasonable Expectations.

This week, the Billy Joel Song Edition:

• Ballad of Billy the Kid. Lag Liv
• Big Shot. Magic Cookie
• You're My Home. Peanut Butter Burrito.
• You May Be Right. Mommy on the Floor.
• Captain Jack. PT-Lawmom
• Keeping the Faith. Merits of the Case.
• Honesty. Legally Certifiable.
• The Bitch is Back* Juris Mama
• Getting Closer. Reasonable Expectations
• Don't Ask Me Why. Proto Attorney (*hugs*)

To all the MILS:

Slow down, you're doing fine, you can't be everything you want to be before your time...
...
And you know that when the truth is told that you can get what you want or you can just get old.

-- Vienna, Billy Joel

*Yes, I heard Billy Joel sing this as a duet with Elton John so it counts. *pbbbbbth*

**Hat tip as always to the original Law School Roundup.