First, the latest addition to the family has hit 7 lbs, which is shamefully a full 3 lbs less than me when I first arrived in the world:
I resolve to take weekend trips on my own from now on, or with very select individuals that can keep the trip a secret -- three different groups had extended invites to go to different places in Switzerland this weekend, and all three were finally rejected by moi.
The first trip to Lugano (Swiss Italia) didn't have travel arrangements until Friday evening, when one of the interns discovered that the new intern (who joined at the last minute) fortuitously had a car. They were leaving at 6 AM. No, and no.
The second trip started out as a weekend trip to Luzern, which must be the only European city my parents have ever raved about. Thinking things settled at 5 PM on Friday, I arrive home after dinner with an e-mail saying the trip has been changed to a 2-nighter in Montreux and a cheese factory. Being lactose intolerant and finding the Montreux/Lausanne area a bit sleepy, another no.
The third trip was the most promising -- a boat ride up to Lausanne and a beer festival. Having gotten back from France late (groceries in France are half as much and 20 minutes away) and thinking that I really shouldn't be drinking THAT much beer, I instead resigned myself to a weekend of reading, EIW prep, and further museum-hopping in Geneva.
Unfortunately for me, they show some pretty disturbing stuff at the modern art museums here:
These went all around the first floor. The second floor/exhibit was a huge warehouse room with a massive pile of styrofoam pellets painted to look like a mound of sand/concrete. It was deep. Changed my life.
Meanwhile, back at the convent, I've been researching firms for EIW and finding disturbing similarities that do not bode well for me. They seem to like good grades, for example. And go-getters. They work a lot. I am also supposed to come up with a mysterious "writing sample" by the end of the summer, which seems to involve me using my mental faculties before August. Imagine!
Ladies and gents, you are witnessing the process by which corporate America creates their lawyers. Let me know if this scares you.
I resolve to take weekend trips on my own from now on, or with very select individuals that can keep the trip a secret -- three different groups had extended invites to go to different places in Switzerland this weekend, and all three were finally rejected by moi.
The first trip to Lugano (Swiss Italia) didn't have travel arrangements until Friday evening, when one of the interns discovered that the new intern (who joined at the last minute) fortuitously had a car. They were leaving at 6 AM. No, and no.
The second trip started out as a weekend trip to Luzern, which must be the only European city my parents have ever raved about. Thinking things settled at 5 PM on Friday, I arrive home after dinner with an e-mail saying the trip has been changed to a 2-nighter in Montreux and a cheese factory. Being lactose intolerant and finding the Montreux/Lausanne area a bit sleepy, another no.
The third trip was the most promising -- a boat ride up to Lausanne and a beer festival. Having gotten back from France late (groceries in France are half as much and 20 minutes away) and thinking that I really shouldn't be drinking THAT much beer, I instead resigned myself to a weekend of reading, EIW prep, and further museum-hopping in Geneva.
Unfortunately for me, they show some pretty disturbing stuff at the modern art museums here:
These went all around the first floor. The second floor/exhibit was a huge warehouse room with a massive pile of styrofoam pellets painted to look like a mound of sand/concrete. It was deep. Changed my life.
Meanwhile, back at the convent, I've been researching firms for EIW and finding disturbing similarities that do not bode well for me. They seem to like good grades, for example. And go-getters. They work a lot. I am also supposed to come up with a mysterious "writing sample" by the end of the summer, which seems to involve me using my mental faculties before August. Imagine!
Ladies and gents, you are witnessing the process by which corporate America creates their lawyers. Let me know if this scares you.
