Yes, Mark has shamed me into posting again.
So it's raining here. Not raining -- raining. So us Northwesters like to think we have a monopoly on rain-bragging rights, but Vancouver's 10 month sprinkle isn't much compared to the 4 days of torrential downpour that is literally flooding DC. People had to be rescued from their houses in northern Virginia. I refused to turn on the TV this morning because I knew I'd be too demoralized to make the trek to work.
And as for work -- it's a completely sheltered version of being a lawyer, which means that we get interesting and discrete work, nice views, way too much free food and booze and "events" like crab feasts and baseball games. I guess baseball games are cheap when the firm represents Major League Baseball. It's all kind of weird and surreal. I'm obviously not worth as much as I get paid -- or billed out at! -- but we're all taking advantage of it because we all know it won't last beyond August.
So, I blame work for the lack of posting -- it's hard to sneak in time to blog during the day when you have to account for every 6-minute increment of time that you're at work. (FYI: The "billable hour" is the foundation and bane of every lawyer's existence. The rate at which you're billed at is the most obvious valuation of your worth to the firm. The number of hours you bill per year determines whether you're a worthy associate or destined for dismissal at your 8th year. And heaven forbid you spend too much time on stuff you can't bill to a client, because some partner somewhere might have to forgo that extra house in Florida/Tahoe/Aspen for another year. Well, it's not THAT bad, but it's darned annoying.)
That's not to say that I'm not putting my own indelible stamp on the summer cavorting . At least 2 partners have begun to stock Tanqueray in their liquor cabinets this summer. I invited people over to watch Dune after an auction at the Swedish Embassy. And I'm still steadfastly ordering real food while everyone around me is obsessed with Caesar salad. Strange addiction, that last one is. Who on earth wants garlic-and-anchovy coated lettuce when you can have a sandwich with roast beef and horseradish? Mmmm.
Oh, and I take back everything I ever said about yoga. I've never sweated so much in my entire life.
So it's raining here. Not raining -- raining. So us Northwesters like to think we have a monopoly on rain-bragging rights, but Vancouver's 10 month sprinkle isn't much compared to the 4 days of torrential downpour that is literally flooding DC. People had to be rescued from their houses in northern Virginia. I refused to turn on the TV this morning because I knew I'd be too demoralized to make the trek to work.
And as for work -- it's a completely sheltered version of being a lawyer, which means that we get interesting and discrete work, nice views, way too much free food and booze and "events" like crab feasts and baseball games. I guess baseball games are cheap when the firm represents Major League Baseball. It's all kind of weird and surreal. I'm obviously not worth as much as I get paid -- or billed out at! -- but we're all taking advantage of it because we all know it won't last beyond August.
So, I blame work for the lack of posting -- it's hard to sneak in time to blog during the day when you have to account for every 6-minute increment of time that you're at work. (FYI: The "billable hour" is the foundation and bane of every lawyer's existence. The rate at which you're billed at is the most obvious valuation of your worth to the firm. The number of hours you bill per year determines whether you're a worthy associate or destined for dismissal at your 8th year. And heaven forbid you spend too much time on stuff you can't bill to a client, because some partner somewhere might have to forgo that extra house in Florida/Tahoe/Aspen for another year. Well, it's not THAT bad, but it's darned annoying.)
That's not to say that I'm not putting my own indelible stamp on the summer cavorting . At least 2 partners have begun to stock Tanqueray in their liquor cabinets this summer. I invited people over to watch Dune after an auction at the Swedish Embassy. And I'm still steadfastly ordering real food while everyone around me is obsessed with Caesar salad. Strange addiction, that last one is. Who on earth wants garlic-and-anchovy coated lettuce when you can have a sandwich with roast beef and horseradish? Mmmm.
Oh, and I take back everything I ever said about yoga. I've never sweated so much in my entire life.
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