Randomness from a 2005 graduate of The Moritz College of Law at The Ohio State University


Friday, September 30, 2005

I have been back at work for almost two months now, and, you know what, I love it. I am working on a huge federal case that is scheduled for trial in a few months and several other smaller cases. I'm doing some foreclosure work, which is far more tolerable than I expected. Everyone is very excited to have me there, appreciates my enthusiasm, and they are very welcoming in a different way than I saw before graduation. I am also so pleased with who they hired to start next fall. All of the summer clerks were very nice and did a good job from what I heard, but the person they hired will fit in really well and will be fun to have around. And nice to look at, too. I am just so grateful that I ended up where I did. I remember going to all those interviews for firms I knew I didn't want to work at and getting sucked into OCI because that's just what you do. So grateful.

Did I mention I'm joining the athletic club? Well, assuming the debt I accumulated in law school (other than loans) doesn't make my credit rating too low, I'm joing. This relates to the last point in that to work at one of the big firms I would have had to pretend I was someone I'm not. Part of what I enjoy about the athletic club is getting to play a role. Acting like I'm the kind of person who belongs to "the club." I am really excited about it though because it will be nice to have a gym two blocks from work, as well as a place to go for lunch or drinks or whatever. If anyone in Columbus ever wants to go, let me know. I'm obsessed.

Now I'm off to spend the night with the friend of the jealousy post. Yeah, I know. |

Sunday, September 25, 2005

I'm jealous.

I don't want to be, but I am. It's irrational, I know. It's not all consuming, and I think I'm hiding it well, but stil, I'm jealous. I have a very good male friend, who I have spent a lot of time with over the last year. He is always reliably available to get a drink, go out with me practically every Friday night, listen to my problems, conspire about my horrible "best friend" who treats him just as poorly, and sometimes hook up. It is the sort of relationhip where if everything were different, maybe we would date. But, neither one of us wants that at all. I am 100% sure that I do not want to date him and that if we did it would be a disaster. And he feels the same way. When we go out, we both flirt with other people and we talk about who we are interested in or what horrible dating ordeal we have just been through. He is the perfect kind of guy friend.

But now I have introduced him to a girl. It is the first time in my life that I have ever played matchmaker. I met this girl a few months ago and immediately knew he would think she was cute. She is very cute in a girl next door kind of way, with a great smile. She is very little, but curvy. His perfect woman, looks wise. She was new to town and single and when I mentioned it, she was interested in meeting him. I set up a first casual meeting, when he was hanging out with me, but basically she and I talked and he just sat there because we were rambling on so much. So she had no real opinion of him, and nothing happened after that. As I got to know her better, I realized that beyond looks, she really would be a great match for him. But I didn't want to arrange another forced meeting, plus that whole bar exam kept me a little busy. Until a couple of nights ago. He and I were supposed to go out and then I got a call to meet another friend, so he decided to meet us. And she was there. And they liked each other. It was cute. It's not like they are anywhere near actually dating, but I think there is a distinct possibility. And as I talked to him on the phone about how to ask her out, I realized I was jealous. I don't want to lose him as a friend, which I know I won't, but sometimes jealousy wins, at least for a moment, at 2:30 in the morning. |

Sunday, September 18, 2005

It was a great game, and a great trip. It was just so nice to actually relax and have fun. Before the game we stopped to have a drink and my friend just started laughing at me. It turned out it was because he couldn't believe how happy I looked. I couldn't stop smiling. Sitting outside, having a drink, watching the Indians fans swarm around me was all I could have asked for at that moment. Now I'm asking for them to win their next dozen or so games. Then I'll be really happy. |

Friday, September 16, 2005

Thanks to Chris, who I ran into this morning at Starbucks, I am once again excited about blogging and I'm thinking about what the future of this blog should be. I am not entirely sure yet, but I have a lot of ideas and I'm excited to implement them.

I am also VERY excited to go see the Indians play tonight. Go Tribe! |

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Recently, my life has devolved into pretty much just work, drinking with friends once or twice a week, and pretending that I can create a love life from thin air. Okay, aside from replacing law school with work, maybe none of that is really new. I feel more boring. But anyway, the point is, that’s my first excuse for not writing much lately. My second excuse is Hurricane Katrina. (Is that supposed to be capitalized? Just Katrina?)

So, here’s why I haven’t written. I can’t. I can’t watch television. I can’t read the newspaper. I can’t talk to people. I can’t even view the MSN homepage peripherally. Of course, I still do these things to a limited extent, but I can’t handle it. Actually, I do these things enough that I probably haven’t missed any real news that has been reported. I hope that I have missed a few recycled video montages and overly dramatic reports by reporters who don’t even realized that they can’t possibly over dramatize this. I hope that I have missed a few stories about Bush’s idiocy, just to keep my anger level at a manageable level. But, the point is, I do know what has happened to the people of the Gulf Coast and to America, and I can’t handle it.

It started slowly. The days leading up to the hurricane hitting, I was worried. A good friend of mine who is from New Orleans (home visiting at the time) reported that everyone was evacuating and she wasn’t sure when she would be back in Columbus. Once it hit, it was time to start waiting for information. It was immediately clear how horrible the devastation was. (Maybe I should work for FEMA?) There was that sense of helplessness and sadness that accompanies disasters of this magnitude. As more news and photographs were released, the despair grew, I’m certain for those living it, and also for those of us watching and caring from afar. The news just got worse and worse as the days went on. By the weekend, I was starting to cry every time I read another news story, whether it was about children reaching safety, the federal government’s atrocious response, or details of the destruction. At church, I had to tune out when they started talking about the flood and medical kits we were sending to the South, or else I would have interrupted the announcement with my crying. All this crying has me kind of confused, but the past month or so has been very emotionally charged for me, and Hurricane Katrina certainly warrants tears if anything does, I suppose.

On Labor Day, I watched A Love Song for Bobby Long. I loved the movie. I had rented it not knowing it was about New Orleans. It was a beautiful movie with beautiful acting. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to watch the special features. After watching the deleted scenes, I started to watch some sort of commentary. The writer started talking about how Bobby Long represents New Orleans, and then she started to talk about the “beauty of decay.” It was just too much for me. I ended up hysterical. Every movie I’ve seen that was set in New Orleans became some sort of grotesque montage in my mind. I was overwhelmed by images from the pictures and stories shared with me by my parents who have been going to the Jazz Fest for nearly 20 years. I couldn’t handle it, so I tried to block it all out.

But, that evening, I had dinner at a friend’s house with her parents, another couple, and with the friend from New Orleans, who had made it safely back to Columbus. The conversation revolved around nothing but the hurricane. Everyone was angry, talking about taking in anyone who needed a place to stay, thinking about what should have been handled differently. No one seemed to consider that maybe my friend didn’t want to listen to people rant like it was solely a political issue, when everything she had known as a child was gone. Her close family is okay, but their homes are gone and her father is despondent, suddenly being unemployed. The generations of her family have countless people who they know and care about who are unaccounted for and will probably never be heard from again even if they are okay. I looked at her sitting there, engaged in conversation, but seeming removed and hauntingly sad, and the reality is that it will never be okay. Getting through this healthy and eventually finding a new job and a new home is the best case scenario. But that still leaves hundreds of thousands of people forever without the context of friends, extended family, history, culture, neighborhoods, familiarity, and relationships built over many generations. A headline online today read “Should New Orleans Be Rebuilt?” I guess I think that as a nationwide community, we should do whatever we can to rebuild people’s lives. |

Monday, September 12, 2005

News flash: The Indians are leading the AL wild card race by a game and a half! There is no mention of the Indians anywhere. It's all about the Yankees vs. the Red Sox, or who will win the NL wild card, or stories about players faltering without their steroids. The Indians have won their last 7, and may really have a shot at making the playoffs. Fine, don't give them any press. Let them quietly continue winning, and I will have no complaints. I'm going to see then this Friday, and, hopefully, if I can find someone to go with me, I'll also go to the last game of the season, against the White Sox. |