the daily snivel

... a reference to the multitude of deep scratches on my face, caused by my sister's (normally sweet) cat, Peter, who I was cat-sitting this weekend along with the kitten whilst my sister was away camping. The kitten drives Peter crazy, and as I was getting ready to leave, he ran out the apartment door and down the stairs in the hopes that he would be let outside. Instead, I ran down after him, and scooped him up into my arms so that carry him upstairs. I wasn't prepared to leave him outside, alone, for any number of hours.

As soon as I picked the cat up, he started growling and scratching and went right for the face. I ran upstairs with the snarling beastie, chucked him in the front door, closed it and locked it, and left. Bleeding profusely.

As I walked down the street, blood trickling down my lip, I looked back to see the cat in the window, glowering at me.

Meanwhile, today is call day for 2005-2006 articling applications, and every second year law student spent the morning by their telephones, hoping that they would receive a job offer from a law firm. I'd had five really promising interviews, including one with the Ottawa Crown Attorney's Office, and I had high hopes that I'd be set up with a position in Ottawa to article at after I graduated. The articling process is an absolutely essential part of your transition from a mere law graduate to a practicing lawyer (along with passing the Bar admissions courses), and is effectively a ten-month apprenticeship under a senior lawyer at a law firm.

And nobody called for me.

Actually, that's not true. The firm I had the highest hopes for did call, but only to tell me that they'd offered the position to someone else, who'd accepted it immediately, but that I was really high on their list, though.

Sigh.

What's worse, is that nobody I know got a position in Ottawa today. So many brilliant people are in the lurch today, and now we have to go through the whole disheartening process again to apply for Toronto positions.

Oh well. Toronto ho.