the daily snivel
Several short paragraphs about Rob
1. I am precisely thirty-six hours away from my trial. I am prepared, I am confident, and we have a really good chance of winning. But the Crown is mulling over a proposal we made to have the charge withdrawn, and I'm still wrestling with whether it's better to compromise via resolution or go ahead with the trial. It's the client's instructions based on good advice that count, but all the advice I can give doesn't resolve the question of what's best for the client.
2. I sent out a package to a certain law student I'm twitterpated over today. It included a beautiful journal, some pens, a Pocket Protest Kit (from James Spyker), a book of surly postcards, a card, and some mad money so that my friend (who is not being paid for this internship adventure) can buy herself some beer and subway tokens and stamps and so on. I was glad to put it all together, and hope it will make her feel splendid inside, but you just never know, do you?
3. On Monday, June 21, it will be "call day" for all the articling positions in Ottawa. All the students who are going into their third year will be spending the morning sitting by their telephones, anxiously awaiting the decision of whether anyone is going to hire them. I'll be among them. I'll have the potential to be called by any or all of four firms. I interviewed with five -- and one just sent me a rejection letter. On the other hand, we wouldn't have much in common. One of the partners made a sexist joke during the interview, and I just sat in awkward silence for a few moments before stammering something about bringing an alternative, feminist perspective to their family law practice.
4. Several people, one of whom being my older sister, are of the distinct impression that one of the new summer caseworkers rather fancies me. I cannot exactly disagree, though I've been trying to rationalize her flirtation as just innocent flirtation (even I can be randomly flirty when I'm in a good mood) rather than 'I like you' flirtation. She's a bright, funny, pretty gal, and I like and respect her, but there just isn't that spark when we talk, and I think if we got to know each other we'd find we don't have that much in common. Chemistry is a subjective thing, though I'm willing to admit I'm stubbornly refusing to add any catalysts of my own. I sort of snuffed the idea out last Friday when she asked me (while a bunch of us were out) whether I was single. I said I was, but that I really didn't have time for dating or relationships. Which, unfortunately is true. Deep inside, of course, my heart also belongs to someone else (who doesn't really have time for dating or relationships).
I'm sure you're tempted to ponder about the irony of caring about someone who may or may not ever reciprocate, and all the while you're also aware of someone else caring about you, and how this creates a long chain of unrequited affection, and how that is so typical. On the other hand, uh, well... shut up, stupid!
2. I sent out a package to a certain law student I'm twitterpated over today. It included a beautiful journal, some pens, a Pocket Protest Kit (from James Spyker), a book of surly postcards, a card, and some mad money so that my friend (who is not being paid for this internship adventure) can buy herself some beer and subway tokens and stamps and so on. I was glad to put it all together, and hope it will make her feel splendid inside, but you just never know, do you?
3. On Monday, June 21, it will be "call day" for all the articling positions in Ottawa. All the students who are going into their third year will be spending the morning sitting by their telephones, anxiously awaiting the decision of whether anyone is going to hire them. I'll be among them. I'll have the potential to be called by any or all of four firms. I interviewed with five -- and one just sent me a rejection letter. On the other hand, we wouldn't have much in common. One of the partners made a sexist joke during the interview, and I just sat in awkward silence for a few moments before stammering something about bringing an alternative, feminist perspective to their family law practice.
4. Several people, one of whom being my older sister, are of the distinct impression that one of the new summer caseworkers rather fancies me. I cannot exactly disagree, though I've been trying to rationalize her flirtation as just innocent flirtation (even I can be randomly flirty when I'm in a good mood) rather than 'I like you' flirtation. She's a bright, funny, pretty gal, and I like and respect her, but there just isn't that spark when we talk, and I think if we got to know each other we'd find we don't have that much in common. Chemistry is a subjective thing, though I'm willing to admit I'm stubbornly refusing to add any catalysts of my own. I sort of snuffed the idea out last Friday when she asked me (while a bunch of us were out) whether I was single. I said I was, but that I really didn't have time for dating or relationships. Which, unfortunately is true. Deep inside, of course, my heart also belongs to someone else (who doesn't really have time for dating or relationships).
I'm sure you're tempted to ponder about the irony of caring about someone who may or may not ever reciprocate, and all the while you're also aware of someone else caring about you, and how this creates a long chain of unrequited affection, and how that is so typical. On the other hand, uh, well... shut up, stupid!
