Please, Hold Your Applause - January 29, 2008

I always thought that beautiful women got tired of hearing comments about their looks. I am very wrong. Nobody could ever get tired of compliments. Well, at least not me.

I love wearing suits. This could, quite possibly, be one of the reasons I want to practice law. Suits, as one of my friends will vouch (he sold suits, and sold them well), make the man. I am certain that when one wears a suit, a cloak of super-powers is draped upon his body. This cloak gives a man confidence and a feeling of power. These two characteristics, when combined, cause bad things to happen. Luckily, I am impervious to said combination. When I returned from my interview and stepped into the law building, the compliments started flowing in. I never got tired of the ego building that occurred. It was fantastic.

The big interview occurred today. I used public transportation and did not get lost once. It was amazing. In fact, I did so well with directions that I showed up with over one hour to spare. I was wearing my CK suit (it is good luck) and donned a white dress-shirt and what is apparently my favorite red "power-tie". Some ladies told me that I tend to wear that tie often. I denied it, but I really do not pay that much attention to what tie I wear.

The interviewer was ruthless. She had questions that questioned my answers to her questions. I did the best I could.

Before transferring to the interviewer's office, an assistant in the legal hiring unit gave me what felt like a very well prepared and memorized speech about alerting the office if I should be so lucky as to get a job offer elsewhere. I can only imagine that telling them about another job offer will help my chances of getting selected to work there over the summer. Basically, my chances will rise from "none" to "slim". I will take whatever I can get.

Keeping this in mind, my goal became targeting prosecutor's offices who would hire me quickly. I wanted to be able to tell them that I had other pending job offers and that I needed notice of acceptance quickly. I am not the patient type.

Luckily, I did not have to wait long. When I arrived home from my single one-hour civil procedure class, I checked my email. I had a message waiting that told me I had been accepted to serve in a very large and reputable District Attorney's office back home. Not only is the position exciting, but I was given the opportunity to notify the other DA of a job offer.

I have a lot of in-school catching up to do, but I have accomplished a lot in the limited time I am allotted each day. My roommate and I finished our Appeals Brief (which will be submitted tomorrow). I feel very good about it, and I am happy with our end product.It will be a long time until I next take on an Appeal. They are not fun. Over 15 pages of passion and spite was yielded. I do not think the Judge who ruled against us will be very happy with what it says. But, hey. This is what she gets for not remembering that the Constitution gives people rights.

Life today was good. What a great way to end January. Things are starting to turn out well. I only hope this streak continues. I definitely needed a happy ending to this otherwise horrible month. I think I am enjoying myself more than ever because I know how bad things can get. I am all the stronger and resilient now. Everything happens for a reason, and I would not take most of these occurrences back.

And I couldn't be happier. (Thanks to the little people.)