"How's bar review going?" a woman I work with asked the other day.
"Look at me. See these pants I'm wearing? These really green pants? And see these socks? These really red socks? And this sweatshirt, which has neither red nor green in it, but rather blue and yellow, and when I tell you that I actually put thought into what to wear today and yet still ended up with this fashion disaster, that should tell you how bar review's going."
Yes, my inability to dress myself can mean only one thing: bar review is in full swing. Meanwhile my mom has jumped the gun and is referring people to me to answer their legal questions, before I'm even licensed in a single jurisdiction. I hope I wasn't too hard on her when I told her to knock it off... It strikes me that proud parents might turn out to be really excellent business development managers. When the time comes for that, of course, which is not yet.
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:) try this... the other day I couldn't even remember the name of the partner who interviewed me and hired me... maybe that is a good thing but I am forgetting stuff ...
maybe it's the same as the dressing thing - i think my dressing is ok. i worked out ages ago that if all your clothes worked with each other you'd just pick up stuff off the floor and it would all work.
my current work forbids me to give out any advice outside of work because it's an insurance issue. so I get to fob everyone off. :)
Posted by Mel | January 29, 2007 2:12 AM
Posted on January 29, 2007 02:12