New Kid on the Hallway

I love courthouse security

For it is because of the sign-in sheet at a certain courthouse that I know who two of my competitors are for a job I interviewed for today.

(No idea how the interview went. It felt decent, but who the hell can tell? Good thing I have bar review - in particular, an ALL DAY SIMULATED MBE tomorrow - to distract me from worrying about it. Oh, and a cat with a urinary tract infection to distract me from the ALL DAY SIMULATED MBE. Best. summer. ever!)

Fat girl woes

You know what really annoys me? The way some stores that carry my size online won't carry that size in the stores. I mean, clearly those stores would like to sell me stuff and take my money, but they don't want me actually to shop in the store? You know, in public?

(I'm sure someone will comment about the cost of renting retail space and how store-owners need to earn a certain amount of profit to cover the costs and they calculate out what will sell and they have to reach the broadest audience, blah blah blah. But there's a pretty big audience of large women out there. I know retailers regularly offer more stuff online that they do in their stores. It still feels crappy, though. And I can still generally squeeze into the top range of "normal" sizes - the options for people larger than I are even worse.)

Then there's the way that even stores that have a "plus" department tend to segregate that department away from the "normal" clothes, and offer only a sad fraction of 1) what the "normal" sizes get or 2) what they offer online.

Finally, can I just say that, yes, I am apple-shaped, and I am fatter than many people. But that still doesn't mean I want elastic inserts in my waistbands. Could I just get clothes cut to fit me, the way that "normal"-sized people do? (Okay, even "normal"-sized people have trouble finding things cut to fit them properly. But still. No elastic waists, please! Spandex blend fabrics, great. Elastic waists, not so much.)

The end of an era

No, not the blog - just law school. It's funny how LONG AGO law school feels already. I think it's mostly because of the move: I never went to law school in this apartment! I enjoyed law school, but I can't even begin to tell you how nice that feeling is. Yes, I drag my ass out of bed every morning to go to A law school, for bar review, but I never went to MY law school from here. And I don't commute up to Mountain Town any more! I had to drive up once since graduation, to talk to a prof about a letter of recommendation, and it felt like it had been MONTHS since I'd last driven that route. I guess it had been almost a month, but it felt much longer than that.

This is all amazingly nice.

(Okay, I'll admit I kind of miss plugging in the iPhone and singing along at the top of my lungs, which is what I did going up to school, and just doesn't have the same impact if you're driving 15 minutes to bar review. But I don't miss losing 2 hours of my day with every commute.)

Our new apartment continues to be awesome. The dishwasher's kind of goofy, but otherwise it's spacious and comfortable and airy. I think I've already done laundry (in our OWN WASHER AND DRYER) more often than I did in the last two months at our old place. I especially like propping the door on the balcony open to get air going through the apartment (Middle Cat is restrained by a $12 baby gate from Target. Any cat in their prime could bound right over it, but it works for her portly 19-year-old self that hasn't jumped that high in about 9 years), and because I live in what's basically the desert, there are NO BUGS! The occasional moth flies in and can't get out again (and then Middle Cat lives out her predator fantasies by tracking them down and killing them, yelling triumphantly the whole time), but not actual BUGS, that suck your blood and make you miserable.

What amuses me is that whenever I say to natives that I love this state because there are NO MOSQUITOS, they all look at me funny and say, "We have mosquitos here." Well, maybe it's just that there aren't mosquitos in the city, but really, I've lived in New England, and I've lived in the upper midwest, and I've lived in the south, all in cities, and you could NOT just have windows open in the summer unless you were fixing to catch yourself some fever'n'ague. Okay, the mosquitos didn't carry malaria, but they made you just as miserable as if they did. So I can only conclude that people out here just don't know what the true misery of mosquitos can be like? Because there aren't actually REALLY any mosquitos here?

So, yeah. All is well, if I don't talk/think about bar review, which I hate with the burning hate of a thousand suns, but acknowledge as a necessary evil. I still haven't quite got with the program, which is bad, I know. I'll get there. I just won't have anything much to talk about until the end of July, so expect spotty blogging between now and then.

Onward, bar studiers...