I don't really know why I selected the above ("One for my Baby") as my post title...its mopey pity party start somehow seemed apt (as I sit here in the fuzzy library chairs searching through Martindale Hubbel for a job).
First things first: it has been a while since I've written, so let me take a minute to bring you up to speed. This may have the feel of Hamlet in 3 minutes, so hold on:
I passed the Bar! I am fully licensed to practice law in Our Great State! Hurrah and Huzzah! This victory lends some credit in my mind to a rumor circulating among other recently barred members: the Board doesn't actually read our essays, or at least not all of them. I don't know how else to explain why some pass and others (better prepared, very intelligent others) don't.
But I got my bar results in early September. What have I been doing since then you ask? Good question: not a whole hell of a lot. This is where the bitterness may seep through a bit, so mind yourself.
Having taken clinic in my last year at law school I learned that I quite enjoyed practicing as a proper lawyer. I want to practice as an attorney a bit before moving on to anything else. So I shelved my health care advocate/lobbyist ambitions under 'D' for desperate (Desperate as in the state of our health care system and the state I would need to be in to willingly enter that muddle in the near future) and turned my attention to military law.
So I applied to the JAG corps - first the Air Force - (and a funny thing happened on the way to the air base...) and now the Army. No success with the former and I am anxiously anticipating word from the latter.
In the interim I've been working as a contract attorney conducting document review, I've learned to knit on circular needles, have taken to baking with the zeal of a 1950's housewife, and quickly worked my way through the BBC library of British comedies.
So, there you go. The last five months in five paragraphs. There has been a few side items: a few trips, holidays with friends and some family celebrations (my little sister got her first college acceptance; my brother got into med school), but that just about wraps it up. And what I have to say is - "jujitsu, I have no idea what to do and no clue how to start doing it." And welcome to my angst...
Yes, it all sounds quite pathetic - and I feel quite pathetic, unproductive, pitiful and all other sorts of words beginning with a sad 'p'. So, that is my pity party for today. Honestly, I am not usually so morose and self-indulgent (well, I am always the latter, but in different, happy, cheerful ways), but it is Tuesday, I still haven't heard from the JAG corps and there is this one sharp shard of hope that keeps cutting me. I, perhaps erroneously, believe that it would be better to just know so I can get on with life after Active Duty Accession Board rejection. I'll just have to remind myself - I wouldn't have to do 6:00 am PT.
That said, make it one more for the road.
