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So I was going to be all pithy and just write four or five cutesy lines about what's been going on, but I've decided to write a full post after all. Mostly because I've given myself until 8 PM to pull myself together and churn through a few more hours of studying.

The Interview
Because I have the pleasure of sharing a name with a rock star's former girlfriend, a woman who writes a bunch of Amazon reviews, a wedding planner in Florida, and a really good swimmer girl in Hawaii, I think it might be quite a feat if the people I interviewed with Googled me and found this blog. So I'll be honest. The interview was okay. I like what they had to say about the firm in that it's a smaller firm and they are very collegial and extended family-esque. The question is, do I want to do the work?

I met with 5 people. The first was the woman I had talked to on the phone and I liked her a lot. The second we'll call Stoic Man. Although I did get him to crack a half-smile at the end, I'm just not entirely sure if that smile was with me or at me. The third person was very laid-back. So much so that when the fourth person popped in early because he had a conference call, he asked Mellow Man if he was on drugs. When I asked for a business card, and Mellow Man said they were all in his office and he'd bring me one, the fourth man said "Yeah, he's rolling doobies with them" The fourth man seemed like intense lawyer guy, but maybe that was just because he was rushing to get to his conference call. The fifth guy was really nice and chatty.

They all described the work as mundane and tedious at times, consisting heavily of filling out forms or pre-written documents with the appropriate numbers and party names. I feel like I would be interested in learning how it all works for a bit, but I just don't know if I have the long-term desire to work in this area that they're looking for. So we'll see. Maybe I'll get a thanks but no thanks letter next week and that will be that. If they do call me in for a callback, I'll go. I'd really like to talk with some of the junior associates at that point and get the real story. Besides, it's a job. And right now, those are scarce in my life.

The Flight
Once again, bad weather somewhere between DC and Boston grounded my plane. I think it's all in Pennsylvania. I have bad luck with weather in Pennsylvania. In the past year I've driven across Pennsylvania 4 times and 3 of those times it rained HARD on me the whole way. Last summer I went to Pennsylvania Amish Country for a day and it rained all day.

We left the gate 2 hours late and then sat at the end of the runway for another hour. Well, I got a bunch of MBE questions done at least.

We arrived in Boston to soaring temperatures and humidity. Honestly, it felt hotter in the T station, as the sweat dripped down my back, than it did the whole time I was walking around DC yesterday. I envied the girl standing next to me on the Red Line platform in the light cotton sundress. I was not a pretty picture when I got home and ripped off all of my clothing to put on shorts and a T-shirt as quickly as possible.

In addition to Boston not understanding the concept of Central Air, I was once again reminded of why I'm SO HAPPY I'm leaving this miserable town. Last time I got back from DC I got bumped and pushed and shoved as I took the 2 seconds to lift my suitcase onto the train. Today it was even before I entered the airport. I came out of my row on the plane, popped open the overhead compartment and reached up for my bag. 2 ladies behind me decided that this would be the perfect time to shove past me, pushing me into the back of the seat, and making it impossible to take my bag down without hitting them in the head. Maybe I should have. I just looked at one of them and asked in an irritated tone, "Could you wait?" She just looked at me and walked on.

I proceeded to physically block the third woman who was trying to push past me and got my bag down.

Seriously, people! We have all been waiting the same amount of time to get to Boston. It doesn't mean we have to shove our Bostonian sense of entitlement in each others faces.

The Stress
In the meantime, the Bar is a week from tomorrow and I am officially hitting panic mode. I did manage to get everything done this weekend that I intended to, despite being trapped in airports and going to and from the interview and spending time with a few friends. However, it's not as much as I would have done if I had been sitting at home plugging away. I feel so behind and like I don't know anything and nothing is going to stick well enough for me to write a coherent essay.

I also don't know exactly where I'm going to study this weekend. One of my roommates has work off on Friday so she'll be rattling around, which is always distracting. Then, the one AC unit that cools off the dining room and the living room is located in the living room where the TV is and if either of my roommates wants to watch TV, they'll close the door between the two rooms, which means the dining room will get unbearably hot in a matter of minutes. Plus, in order to hear the TV over the AC, it has to be up so loud that I can hear it in the dining room even with my earplugs in.

I thought about going to the BSA office, but a friend told me she thinks they lock up the entire school tight for the weekend. Honestly, I'm thinking about taking some food, blankets, and a pillow and sleeping there. I HAVE to get a lot of work done this weekend. I can go without showering for a couple of days.