I am just way too easily distracted. Especially when confronted with an overwhelming amount of minutiae. If I just buckled down and powered through it, I’d be done in a couple of hours. As is it, I’ll probably be working on it for several hours because I have to keep checking my email.
Yesterday was my last day of work. Above all, I’m glad I had the experience of working for a law firm, and I very much enjoyed working at my firm. The people were almost universally terrific and the work was, by and large, interesting. Yes, even the really dull work had interesting components. If things work out that way, I will be very happy to go back there next fall and start my career. If, for some reason, the next year takes us in another direction, I will still be very glad I had the experience—and I’ll be a bit sad to have to turn down my offer.
So that’s probably a pretty standard reaction to the last day of a summer associateship. The not-so-standard response is this: even though I still suspect I won’t spend my career at a law firm, I was really surprised at how easily I could see myself doing so, at least where I worked this summer. I learned quite a bit about myself—how I best work, how I prefer to get feedback, how to make my needs known without being a pill—and by my last week, I was feeling very comfortable, very at home. I was a little surprised, frankly; I kind of figured I’d put up with law firm life because of the paycheck and the experience to be gained, not because I actually found the work rewarding.
So, all in all, it was good summer. It’s a pretty sweet gig, after all, and even sweeter to realize it can be enjoyable even without the lunches and the events.
Today, Mr. Angst and I rented our first Zipcar. We drove out to the suburbs to buy a piece of furniture we’d had our eyes on. Unfortunately, the store that carries this piece of furniture doesn’t do online orders or telephone orders. So we had to drive down there. Worth it? Totally. We’ll have to go back down next weekend to pick it up, so I’ve already reserved another Zipcar, one large enough to carry it back home.
At any rate, I’m so glad we finally did the Zipcar thing. Getting it was easy, filling it with gas was easy, everything about it was EASY. Easier than renting a car, certainly. I wouldn’t get a Zipcar for everyday use—we’re still close enough to the grocery store to walk there and back with a cart—but for those odd occasions when we need to go somewhere in a car, it’s definitely worth it.
Mr. Angst and I went to a neighborhood festival last night with this weekend’s houseguest. As we were walking towards the entrance, I saw a familiar face walk past me. He didn’t see me, and it took me a few seconds to place him (read: he was already past by the time I figured out who he was). So I didn’t say hi to this acquaintance of mine or anything. But it bothered me that it took me so long to figure out who he was–he’s someone I saw a lot of at school both my first and second years. Finally I figured it out:
I didn’t recognize him because he’s taking the bar on Tuesday.
I hoped for his sake that he was taking a scheduled break, that he was just stopping in for one beer before going back to study. But all I could think was, “Good luck, man. Good luck.”
That goes for all of you, actually–good luck on the bar!
If anyone–and I mean ANYONE–spoils Harry Potter for me before my British copy arrives from the UK (probably Monday), I will hurt them. That includes the stupid MSM and all bloggers I regularly read.
You’ve been warned.
This weekend, Mr. Angst and I made a quick trip down the road to the Angst-in-laws’ to celebrate both his mom’s and our nephew’s birthdays. But because I had a late meeting Friday, we couldn’t leave till Saturday, which means we spent about 10 hours on the highway in the space of about 36 hours. Whee! Even better, when Mr. Angst went to pick up the rent car on Friday evening, they had no CARS left, only a MINIVAN. So we drove those 10 hours in a very ungainly, black grocery-getter. Fun!
Size and coolness factor aside, the minivan had other negative implications. Himself, who usually sits on the backseat in car trips, where he can see the scenery pass by, had to sit on the floor in his crate, because the middle seat in the minivan had bucket seats and the backseat was too small for the crate. He did not like this, not one bit, and spent the entire trip down on Saturday morning sitting up in his crate, staring at me, panting, and pressing his nose through the wires, like a little jailbird. He didn’t sleep at all. Upon arriving, he promptly peed, pooped, and vomited all over Angst-in-laws’ backyard. More fun!
The weekend got better after that, though–our two-year-old nephew is adorable, and becoming quite the chatterbox. And it was nice to get out of town for a bit, even if the temperature was 10 degrees hotter there than in Our New City. I will say, though, that I’ve never seen more people wearing Crocs than I did when we ventured out–nearly every kid I saw all weekend was wearing them, and most parents were, too. (Yes, the Angst nephew has Crocs, but he sensibly wore sneakers most of the weekend. More stable for his young legs.)
At any rate, we’re home now, and getting back into our routine. I’ve even finished my journal grading! Himself is sleeping peacefully (finally!), the air conditioning is blasting (finally!), and I’m lounging comfortably. Too bad I have to be back at work early tomorrow morning.
Look, no matter what they say, work is almost always going to take over your life less than school. (At least when work is steady and/or slow. When work is busy, forget it.)
Case in point: Today was a sort of slow day for me at work. I did some research, I ran an “errand” related to a project, I went to lunch. I got home at a decent hour, changed into comfy clothes, and prompty felt like I needed something to do. Mr. Angst cooked dinner, so I really didn’t have anything to take care of. ((Were this the school year, I would almost certainly have reading to do, research to do, journal stuff to do. There’s always something more to do, something that could and should be done before tomorrow.))
I’m not good at sitting around watching TV–and I don’t really have anything fun to read right now, at least not that I haven’t already read. ((I finished The Kite Runner for the second time last night.)) I needed something to do. So I made some banana bread, since the bananas were getting pretty ripe. Then I bathed the dog, since he hadn’t been bathed since we moved and was getting itchy. And now . . . I am actually POSTING ON MY BLOG.
This has been a pretty sweet week as far as just living goes. I’ve been eating a little healthier (the summer weight has been creeping onto me and there are clothes falling out of the rotation because they don’t fit right now), I’ve been home by 6 each night, there haven’t been any outside-of-work events extending the day well past sunset. We’ve cooked at home every night this week so far. We’ve cleared out most of the empty boxes. We’ve stocked one bookshelf. We’ve figured out where certain things will get stored and our apartment is looking less like a storage unit and more like our home. Things, right now, are very comfortable. And I like that.
I have no illusions that working at a law firm will always be like this–I think being home after 6 is more the norm than the exception, and I’m sure there will be nights when things are looming, things that could and should be done before tomorrow. But I’m just as certain that there will be at least a few nights like the ones I’ve had this week, nights where I can sit with Mr. Angst and Himself and relax, eat a home-cooked meal, do some baking, and just be myself. I love school–and working this summer has really driven home to me how much I love school–but I also love feeling like my life is a little less of a one-note chorus.
Man, I just don’t post lately. This was sort of a busy week at work (though it’s tapering off now), and it was a busy week at home (what with the graduation on Sunday and trying to finish unpacking stuff and sell the remainder of the stuff at the old place).
I’d feel worse about not posting if I had anything to post that I thought would be interesting. But since I don’t blog about Work Club, all the interesting things happening in my life are off limits. Because today, the most interesting non-work thing that happened to me was discovering Banana Republic has a 14-day price adjustment policy. This worked out well, since I just bought a dress at full price and I was able to get half of that full price back.
So that’s it around here. How about you guys?