Day 884: It's the Little Things

[nagi_schwarz]

It is the little things that make life awesome, but occasionally the big things help.

Last night after ninjitsu I got to see my friends online. It was weird - usually no one's online when I am, and then all of a sudden three of my friends were on at once. I got to see Aaron, who is back from somewhere in the middle east, as well as Curry and Logan, who I have not seen since January, and also Weber, who I have not see since before then, and also my buddy kawaranai who looks absolutely fabulous and has worked crazy hard to get there.

This morning was a pretty interesting one. I was a little sniffly yesterday, but by the end of the day I was full-bore ill and popping Dayquil to stave off the effects of awkward. This morning I was ill and felt a little cotton-headed, but I went in to object for Melilli anyway. It was good to see him again. He really, really likes my new haircut, which was kinda funny. He kept telling me I looked great. Now, his new team has a very different dynamic with him than my team did. They all have matching binders with their pictures on the cover, and this morning when I came in they handed out cups of sparkling grape juice. Melilli told me that, with my new haircut I looked like, if the drink he'd just given me were alcoholic I wouldn't be arrested. Mack was confused at his enthusiasm and thought I'd looked just fine with long hair. Melilli finally told me, "This is probably bordering on sexual harassment, but I really like your new hair."

I don't think most people are that enthusiastic about new hair, and he didn't even know how long my hair was when I was a 1L. Still...got free food for lunch (i.e. I ate the free food I'd scavenged yesterday but I scavenged more food today to eat tomorrow). One of my clients just didn't come in, and the other forgot her ID (even though I called to remind her about it) and then didn't come in to get her stuff notarized. Grrrrr. Cath patted me on the head in sympathy. Because my partner is awesome, she is handling negotiations with opposing counsel on that one OHA eviction case. We complement each other well - she's good with the negotiating and personal side of things. I'm good with the technical things. We've resumed our campaign of phone harassment of our one client who won't get back to us, although I did call her and warn her that if she violates her temporary order again it will likely mean contempt of court. Next time I'll tell her contempt involves actual jail time.

Also, the new outfits Jenny recommended are going over well, which makes me happy. Not everything in my closet was a loss.

Weird moment for the day: I got a friends request on facebook from someone I don't know. This is not uncommon - facebook sometimes recommends I friend people who I do not know but who apparently have many friends in common with me. I was confused, because I didn't know this girl, and upon checking her page I could not see (from what limited information her profile showed, because she was sensible enough to have security settings) that we had any mutual friends. What I did notice, however, is that her boyfriend was listed as none other than Robbie Moffatt. As in...Bob Moffatt. As in the drummer from the Moffatts who I had a ridiculous crush on when I was 14 (and who I will occasionally crazily fangirl about, because really, a drum-playing karate-fighting boy is everything a tomboy could want, right?).

Now, I had a couple of friends who were Canadian back in the day - Patrick the prettiest, blondest, most delicate rugby player ever, and Sam, who was actually Canadian Chinese.

I goggled for a long moment before I finally sent the girl a polite note explaining that I moved schools a lot as a child (which was true) and that she shouldn't be offended if I didn't remember (even though I was pretty sure I had no idea who she was). She responded that she'd come home to find six friend suggestions on facebook and she just went with them. Which means she most likely does not, in fact, know me. I did find it a touch odd that, upon staring at her profile on my iPhone (when I showed Amber the bizarre request, because I had dinner with Amber tonight), the only information it displayed, apart from her name, was who her boyfriend was.

Trophy boyfriend much?

Whatever.

I got to have dinner with Amber tonight. It was tasty cream of potato and broccoli soup in bread bowls, and also chocolate cake, and then we watched House and talked about The Bar, boys, the law, and life (because that's what we usually talk about). It was so good to see her and I never see her enough, and I need to see her more often. We also realized that, in our three years of friendship, she has still never seen my flat.

Go figure.

Tomorrow Pat and I teach the kiddies at the school, and then I need to run errands, like mail my taxes to my CPA so they can get filed on time. I also need to email the county attorney, see if Stephen will be going to barrister's ball with me, and meet with the JRCLS presidency to explain how I'm not going to be around on Saturday for the Pot Luck.

Also, I was asked to have dinner with the ABA accreditation people next week. My initial - and cynical - reaction was, "Ah. They need a token Asian girl, but not one with an unintelligible accent." My second - and more hopeful - reaction was "They care what I think." My third - and again cynical - reaction was that they know I love it here and am unlikely to complain.

Oh well.

It's been a good day, if a long day, and I need to hit the hay if I want to heal.

Happy Birthday, Logan.



In honor of Monday Night's episode of House.

Comments

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

...You do realize Melilli is one of my professors, right? He's...married with a kid who's as old as me. But he's a very nice man in a House/Snape manner.

[screamingchair.livejournal.com]

...No, I didn't? In my defense, we do not freely meet up with our professors here. ;) And to compliment you so much! He really seemed to be younger.

Besides what's age and family when there's a dance to be had? XD

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

After I reread the entry, I realized it was likely unclear that Melilli is a professor. I was on a trial team last semester (kinda like Arthur and Kay) and Melilli was my trial team coach. Honestly, here we are a lot more informal with our professors, but I wasn't hanging out with Melilli - he trains his trial teams by having former trial team competitors come in and act as witnesses or objectors to keep his students on their toes, so I spent Wednesday morning objecting for him. He's a good guy, though, if abrasive and no-nonsense.

Also...Stephen said yes!

[screamingchair.livejournal.com]

Here, at least from what I hear since I'm not a student yet, the contact with professors is much more formal. We gotta envy you.

But more importantly: OMG! So cool! ♥!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

I believe in respecting professors, but once you reach a certain level of education it's nice to be treated like an equal instead of a peon. I wasn't friends with all of my professors, but were I to throw a dinner party, I would totally invite some from undergrad. In law school, we all know we're heading to the very same places our professors have been, so they're mentors and friends as well as professors, which I really love.