No, I'm not dead.

Jessica came to C'ville yesterday for a 24hr. visit while she's on vacation from her new job in Russia. It was great to see her. We shared sat simultaneously entranced and befuddled Russia, Russians, and all things Russian. Oh for some good reminiscing...

Week 1/2 of classes are over (we only started Wednesday, so I can't quite say week 1). Classes are fun, but I don't think I'll ever go to them (a sign that interviews went well). I can't wait for next Tuesday - a round trip plane flight, two firms, 8 interviews, a lunch, and one skipped class between the hours of 6am and 10pm. It should be a fun day.

And finally, I heard from Henry's forever home. He's doing much better. He gives kisses and even whines and barks when their son's hamster is around. Jealous of a younger sibling, eh?

Other than that, not much going on - back to the daily grind.

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Interview Season

1 3-piece Ann Taylor black suit (on incredible sale): $125
2 pairs nylons: $10
1 hair clip: $3
30 copies of resume and references: $6

my salary if I land a law firm job: $125,000

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Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

I have an announcement to make!

Brace yourselves - your world is about to shatter. My parents are voting for a Democrat in November! And, what's more - they're hosting a cocktail party at the house to woo more votes. They've never done that for a Republican before. I think they must be quite smitten.

For more information about this ground breaking candidate, (whose name happens to be Ralph Northam) click here.

Combine this with my father's recent purchase of a Prius and I'm in heaven. But for the record, I almost don't recognize my family!

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Mr. Potter Just Saved Me $10

I have a t-shirt that makes reference to the Harry Potter series. The story of how I got the shirt is slightly long and convoluted and not particularly relevant to the story at hand so I will not dwell on it.

I also have a watch. The story of how i got the watch is similarly slightly long and convoluted and not particularly relevant to the story at hand, so I will not dwell on it either.

It is the interaction of the t-shirt and the watch that is the subject of this post. My watch had gotten a little too big for my wrist (or maybe my wrist had gotten a little too small for my watch?). I decided to take it down to the jewelry store in Barracks' Road to have a link taken out of it. I walk in the store and a woman greets me. "I need to have a link taken out of my watch," I say simply. "OK, I can do that for you. The charge is $10," she replies mechanically. The woman takes my watch and begins working on it. She quickly takes a link out, replaces the clasp and hands me back my watch to try on. She blatantly stares at my shirt (this is where the HP shirt comes in), reads it, and smiles. I ask her to make one further adjustment, she agrees. As she walks back to her repair station, she turns to me, "You know - I'm not going to charge you for this. It's on the house." A bit stunned, I reply, "well, thanks..."

As I take my finished watch from her, I look behind the counter again - and there it is: Harry Potter #7. Thank you Mr. Potter.

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On Grounds Interviews start up next week. I doubt that any employer will be able to find this blog. But if you are a firm doing some due diligence, welcome (and congrats for coming up with some effective search terms!).

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