Coyote Fun

My old friend

Dear Blog,

Work is really crazy...it seems I have actual "work" to do.  When I finally escape at the end of the day I want nothing more than a quick dinner, a little slap and tickle with my husband and a place to lay my weary head for the night.

I've been packing a lunch every day for the first time in years.  I even got a new lunch bag.  I wanted to get some cool superheroes on the side, but opted for something a little more professional.  I guess that's why my boss takes me seriously and gives me all the work.  It kind of backfired. 

I wrote a brief today.  I can't say that I enjoyed it any more than when I was in school.  Of course, no grade was looming over my head at the outcome...but someone's time in prison was hanging in the balance.  I suppose that is not entirely accurate - it's not as if my brief will determine the person's fate - but it's in the mix with everything else, and well...I felt a less pressure when it was just my grades/future career that I had to worry about.

I work every day with some of the kindest people and some of the most horrifying as well.  It is an interesting dichotomy.  I think going to back to school is going to be a welcome relief to my schedule, but sorely disappointing to my sense of purpose. 

I'm not sure what tomorrow holds but I know that I will do good work and come home tired.  Hopefully I'll get some nice dinner and little action as well.

-Coyote

May be lost

Researching with the knowledge that what I find will be used for real is a bit daunting.  I wonder some days if I have any clue what I am doing.

**UPDATE - I was finished with classes more than a month ago, exams a little over 3 weeks ago, I've already gotten back all my grades and the write-on and any other school related stuff is behind me.  I keep reading other blogs mentioning exams wrapping up and waiting for grades, or worse...waiting for LSAT scores.  HA HA HA.  I feel better already.

Pop!!

Must check the legality of fireworks in VA.  Also, must learn to avoid screaming like a little girl when fireworks are set off.  Err...after checking the legality and all.

Job=work (but not always)

So my job has me doing relatively little thus far.  I'm hoping that this changes...but then I'll probably be singing a different tune when I'm knee deep in briefs and motions. 

So far:

I am on my feet all day long - running from courtroom to courtroom and such.  It's ...uhhh..a lot of fun.

Some judges do not eat ever and so do not recess for lunch...ever.  Day one - was advised to pack small treats in my pockets to sneak-eat while in court.  Day two - learned to wear clothes that have pockets (grrr).

Shysters are alive and well.

Deputies are awesome and I try to befriend every one I meet.  I'm pretty sure they won't let me get shot/stabbed/shanked/shived or spat upon.

Jury selection can be very interesting and very boring at the same time.

My shoes which appear to have no metal..actually do...and they set off the metal detectors all the time.

Having a secured access card is way better than not having a secured access card.

At some point I'm sure that I will stop relating the cases to my own life - but for now it's hard not to.  It's still a bit staggering to me what people do to one another and how widespread it seems to be.  I've got to find ways to spend time with normal law abiding citizens in order to keep perspective.  All in all, I like my job and the work I'll be doing...so far.

Nothing shocking

I'm back and I feel...tired.

Wendy's for lunch was - surprisingly good.

Job starts tomorrow.

Must get whiskey and sleep before then.

 

Friday Spies©

Because I have to get up early to travel tomorrow and because today was my last day to be a useless blob, I have refrained from thinking up anything exciting from my own life to blog about.  Instead, I join in the fun from BTQ with my contribution to Friday Spies©.

1. If you could change any element of your physical appearance, would you? If so, what would you change? If you could change any aspect of your personality would you?

I've always wanted bigger hands.  Why?  So I could palm a basketball...which is silly really since I haven't played basketball since junior high.  But then, that is probably because I couldn't palm a basketball which I have always wanted to be able to do.  The added benefit, of course, is that chicks with gigantic hands are total man-magnets.

The Coyote Personality Machine:  zero defects! (Damn I'm cool)

2. Name a good make-out song (I believe the kids these days would call that "baby-making music").

What my husband sings to me while we make out - notable for being some kick ass Admin Law study inspiration music as well...of course, whilst one is studying for Admin Law one always dreams of making out.

3. What did Britney say to Kevin when she found out she was pregnant? What was his response?

Britney is pregnant?  Who is Kevin?

4. Did Oswald act alone?

Yes and no.  There were really two Oswalds.  Oswald #1 had some DNA secretly stashed before Jack Ruby took that sucka out.  This DNA was (will be) discovered at a future date (unknown at this time) and was used to clone Oswald #2.  O2 then traveled back in time to assist O1 with the shoot-em-up down yonder in Texas.  Unfortunately, O2 was sent back too late and missed the whole thing.  O1 was then killed, but not before O2 secretly saved his own DNA.  This DNA was (will be) discovered..yadda yadda yadda, and thus comes O3.  Well...you know that when you make a copy from a copy, it isn't as sharp as a copy from the original...so O3 was kind of a dullard.  O3 traveled back in time, knocked up Britney and general shenanigans ensued.  This all begs the question...if O1's secret stash isn't discovered until after O1 has done the dastardly deed to begin with...then really there was only 1 shooter.  That over looks the obvious...that the first cycle of history had only 1 Oswald, but all subsequent cycles had multiple Oswalds and Oswald/Spears babe-lettes.  So...yes and no.

5. (Obligatory Friday the 13th inspired question) Are you superstitious? Do you believe in luck, karma, fate, the supernatural, etc?

Who the hell believes in crazy ass mumbo jumbo like that?  Time traveling clones?  Now that's where it's at.  (This guy, however, might have disagreed - backstory)

In case you hadn't heard

This just in - Republicans still suck.  FYI just because something is the same as always was doesn't mean that the way it always was isn't old and busted.

A fireman...no wait, a mass tort litigator

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I never said "a lawyer".  Being a lawyer is a grown-up dream.  What ever happened to being an astronaut or a cowgirl?  Now those are some sweet jobs.  Little kids have the right idea.  They don't sit around acting out mock trials with Barbie and G.I. Joe.  It's all giddy-up this and drink your Tang that.

When I was a kid, my dream job was to work at Burger King.  See, they had these wicked cool microphones that they used to relay your order to the back.  You'd order a whopper, they's grab that microphone like they were on Star Search and tell the cook to flame broil you up a fucking whopper.  You'd order fries and they'd get on the mic and make it happen.  You'd order a drink...and nothing.  Whatever.  I wanted to use that microphone so bad it hurt.  BK also had a cool cash register which coughed up change into a little cup on the side.  I'd grab that change when it came out and take off before my dad could get his greedy paws on it.  Burger King was the tits.  I wish that still seemed fun to me.  BK here is hiring, so I could totally get that sweet ass dream job.  They don't use the mics anymore though.  Fucking techno sell-outs.

Today is the day

Today is the day I continue being lazy.  It was a hard choice to make...do I stay in bed all day or just until noon?  The answer came to me around 1 pm when I thought "It's already past noon, so go ahead and make a day of it."  I'm watching old bad movies in my pajamas.  I love me.

Wanted to pass along:

Probate Jam from Wings & Vodka

Why You Got a B on the Exam from Blachman

I'm sorry I can't blog more at this time...I'm going to be pretty wrapped up in my laziness for another few hours.  Happy Hump Day.

Confessions

I'm kind of scared of the neighborhood I'll be living in this summer.

I opened my write-on package yesterday, read the problem and haven't looked at it since...a whole day wasted.

I've been hearing about and seeing quite a few car accidents lately.  Maybe it's because I'm in the city now...but it is starting to take on a creepy foreshadowing feel.  I was nearly hit this morning.  I'm worried about SO's drive home today.  I'm not much of a worrier - so I'm kind of on edge...feeling unsettled.

I'm going to sleep for at least 4 hours today at a time generally considered unacceptable for adult napping.  I think my sleep debt is in the hundreds of hours at this point.

I have terrible sitting posture.  Walking, standing - I'm fine.  When I sit down (especially at my computer), I turn into a giant slouch.  I can practically feel the curvature setting into my spine.  And my back hurts all the time.

For breakfast I had a cigarette, a diet coke and a starcrunch.

I haven't unpacked yet.

I have never played Westlaw trivia.  I have a whopping 485 Lexis reward points.  I have never done a substantive research project on either Westlaw or Lexis.  I have never used Westlaw or Lexis to do research for a writing assignment at school (only to look up cases that I already knew about).  Westlaw seems better than Lexis, but what the hell would I know about it?  My school doesn't 'teach' computerized research and I think this is a big shortcoming.  My school is big on book research and I completely agree with the philosophy behind it...BUT...once you figure out how to do the book research and then you are given your electronic access codes and a short tutorial on how to use Westlaw and Lexis you should be given something comprehensive to build your e-research skills as well.  I think my summer employer is going to think I'm unskilled when they learn that I can't do effective computerized research.

I've been awake for an hour an half and it already feels like midnight.  I'm going back to bed.