I was thinking about this question today.
Undoubtedly, I started because of universal acclaim -- wherever I go, people tell me I'm witty, charming, hilarious and wise, and I got sick of everyone asking, "Do you have a blog that I can follow?" What can I say, I'm a giver.
Really, I started because I missed writing on a regular basis from my days at The Daily Utah Chronicle when I was an undergrad at the Blessed U. (Yup, still going with that.) Also, I love complaining. (Which I did a lot of at the DUC.) And bitching. (A distinct artform from complaining.)
But recently, I've come to realize that it's because when I start a morning here at work and think, "What shall I do with my day today? Shall I start with doc review? Or organizing discovery files?" all I have to look forward to is (1) the few minutes I spend posting one of these bad boys, (2) the google alerts letting me know one of you all has blogged a blog and (3) the red blinking light on my Blackberry, alerting me that someone has commented, wahoo!
(Not begging for comments, but seriously, you have no idea how much I love that red light. It really doesn't even matter what email prompted it. I COULD EARN 5,000 MORE DELTA MILES?!?!?!?!?! THANKS, DELTA!)
What?
You didn't know it was all about self-gratification?
Silly reader.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
And this may be part of my problem
I got an email today from someone at work, informing me that my help (and the help of another 1st year associate) would be needed over the weekend. "Would you please make arrangements to be available. Thanks."
My first thought (after, "Mother Eff!", of course) was, "Would it kill him to put an exclamation point or smiley face in there?"
And then my second thought was, "Oh. That may be why my mentoring partner suggested I attend the professional women seminar."
My first thought (after, "Mother Eff!", of course) was, "Would it kill him to put an exclamation point or smiley face in there?"
And then my second thought was, "Oh. That may be why my mentoring partner suggested I attend the professional women seminar."
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
What? I'm fat, and I would like to no longer be fat*
I totally bought a Shake Weight yesterday.
And yes, I have seen the commercials.
And yes, I have seen the commercials.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Frilly red underpants!
Um, so remember that post (from, like, one post below this one?) about how sometimes, I only have one memory of someone?
Here's another.
One time my friend Rick was at the Blue Boutique (here's a link for those who are unfamiliar) picking out some stuff for a bachelor/bachelorette party. He saw someone from our law school come into the store, and immediately ran to the dressing rooms to hide. (Not out of shame, but out of a lack of desire to interact.)*
Then he proceeded to watch as this fellow attempted to return the frilly red underpants his wife had bought him because they were too small.
The girl at the counter refused to take them back.
He pointed out that the tags were still on.
She continued to refuse.
He said he hadn't worn them.
She said that wasn't the point.
He threatened to report her to the Better Business Bureau.
She said it was store policy to not return underwear of any kind.
He asked if she thought he was a liar.
She said it didn't matter, and what part of YOU CAN'T RETURN UNDERPANTS did he not understand?
He looked annoyed.
She offered store credit.
To this day, I wonder what he decided to buy with it.
And then I shudder.
* Um, YEAH he told everyone at school about it immediately afterward. Just like I tried, and failed, to keep my story about the urinator to myself. They lecture you so much about keeping confidences at law school that you just can't help but blurt out everything that isn't privileged.
(Or that's my theory, anyway. Really, Rick and I are just big gossips.)
PS: I tried to find a google image to spice up this post ... alas, they were all TOO spicy. (Shocking, right?)
Here's another.
One time my friend Rick was at the Blue Boutique (here's a link for those who are unfamiliar) picking out some stuff for a bachelor/bachelorette party. He saw someone from our law school come into the store, and immediately ran to the dressing rooms to hide. (Not out of shame, but out of a lack of desire to interact.)*
Then he proceeded to watch as this fellow attempted to return the frilly red underpants his wife had bought him because they were too small.
The girl at the counter refused to take them back.
He pointed out that the tags were still on.
She continued to refuse.
He said he hadn't worn them.
She said that wasn't the point.
He threatened to report her to the Better Business Bureau.
She said it was store policy to not return underwear of any kind.
He asked if she thought he was a liar.
She said it didn't matter, and what part of YOU CAN'T RETURN UNDERPANTS did he not understand?
He looked annoyed.
She offered store credit.
To this day, I wonder what he decided to buy with it.
And then I shudder.
* Um, YEAH he told everyone at school about it immediately afterward. Just like I tried, and failed, to keep my story about the urinator to myself. They lecture you so much about keeping confidences at law school that you just can't help but blurt out everything that isn't privileged.
(Or that's my theory, anyway. Really, Rick and I are just big gossips.)
PS: I tried to find a google image to spice up this post ... alas, they were all TOO spicy. (Shocking, right?)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
"His dad's a doctor."
That? That's a direct quote.
Someone describing her soon-to-be-husband.
First sentence out of her mouth.
Sometimes, I hear one story about a person, have one single interaction ... and if it's memorable enough, that's the first thing I think about them, always and forever.
And so whenever I see or hear about this person and her beloved, which honestly isn't all that often, I get a case of the mean-giggles.
And then I'm kind of grateful to this special spirit, because who doesn't like a case of the mean-giggles now and again?
Someone describing her soon-to-be-husband.
First sentence out of her mouth.
Sometimes, I hear one story about a person, have one single interaction ... and if it's memorable enough, that's the first thing I think about them, always and forever.
And so whenever I see or hear about this person and her beloved, which honestly isn't all that often, I get a case of the mean-giggles.
And then I'm kind of grateful to this special spirit, because who doesn't like a case of the mean-giggles now and again?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
So, that's over with ...
I finished.
I don't really know if I passed.
Honestly, I think the test was pretty simple ... deceptively simple ... like a medical mystery on House that starts out looking like the common flu ... Nothing like the "Texas" Bar, which I found both tougher and more straight-forward. Like common, but readily operable, cancer.
Anyway, if I passed, it will be a miracle. But that means I will be one step closer to being canonized someday.
What?
That can be a goal.
I don't really know if I passed.
Honestly, I think the test was pretty simple ... deceptively simple ... like a medical mystery on House that starts out looking like the common flu ... Nothing like the "Texas" Bar, which I found both tougher and more straight-forward. Like common, but readily operable, cancer.
Anyway, if I passed, it will be a miracle. But that means I will be one step closer to being canonized someday.
What?
That can be a goal.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Last post for awhile (she promised herself ...)
I found this video while I was trying to get myself to stop whimpering pathetically and study.
Cheesy, but nice.
My favorite part is that the first comment on Youtube was, "Thumbs up if you should be studying right now."
Cheesy, but nice.
My favorite part is that the first comment on Youtube was, "Thumbs up if you should be studying right now."
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