I'm famous! And I didn't even know it!
A Google search last night revealed that apparently a post of mine had been linked to from Notes from the Legal Underground, a blog I tend to read now but didn't know about on June 27, 2004, when he made the post. He was very complimentary (even though the one he was enamored with I don't think is one of my best) and apparently thinks I am sufficiently shmoozy to be a good plaintiff's lawyer. Is that my true calling? I actually find it amusing that he's picked up on my conversational abilities. Or, rather, that I have them at all. Thank goodness I'm the child of BOTH my parents: I clearly get the shmoozing gene from my dad. He'll talk to anyone anywhere, which, as you can imagine, made him so much fun to be seen in public with when I was a teenager... My mom, on the other hand, is not particularly gregarious. She has her own charms and talents, of course, it's just that this isn't one of them. But I am both my parents' child, and therefore have inherited completely opposite inclinations. For instance, I'm great at cocktail parties where I can be confident and effusive, and terrible at cold-calling or emailing where I feel shy and awkward. You can imagine how much fun job hunting is with these dueling sensitivities...
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