Sunday, July 27, 2014

Mothers in the Legal Profession Roundup No. 357

Week of July 21 - 27, 2014

Magic Cookie has put together a Dr. Seuss edition of the Roundup!

The weekly Mothers In the Legal Profession Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis at the ButterflyfishGraceBJJ, Law, and Living, Mommy and the Sin CityMagic CookieThe Reluctant Grownup, and Perspectives From a Hard Boiled Egg blogs.

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Us, This Week

Friday, July 25, 2014

[Hurtling] Through the Air*

I don't know that it has been with the "greatest of ease," but that is how I feel lately. I fly through the air, sometimes holding onto nothing, and am relieved when my "hand catches the bar."

Flips and Turns

"Mom, my car just stopped. We are on the side of the highway."

This particular section of highway is eight-lanes of thoroughfare heavily traveled by both cars and tractor trailers.

Once I got to Rosebud and her boyfriend Seahawk, I did some maneuvering and jumped Rosebud's car, even though we were quite sure it would not work, given her description of what had happened. It started right up, but as soon as we disconnected the cables from my battery, her car immediately died again.

So, they jumped into my car and we headed back. She called her dad to confirm the plan of action and then called AAA, which, thankfully, her dad already had in place for her. We got Seahawk headed back home (he had to help pack up for his family's upcoming move) while we waited for the tow truck to call that it was en route.

Heavy storm clouds were rolling in fast and the wind was picking up as the tow truck hooked up the little red car. Rosebud called the garage she and her dad always use. They close at 7:00 pm and she was calling at 6:58 pm. Yes, they would wait for her car--come in the back way. I love the people there. Honest good people who are part of the identity of the town itself, selling gas, fresh eggs, and self-harvested honey and watermelons with a well-worn Bible on the desk that is crammed in behind the cash register and customers sharing their garlic-water remedy for allergies as they pay for their gas.

As the tow truck raced on ahead of us down the highway with the little car, it was interesting to note our feelings of attachment chasing after it. It is no wonder people name their cars.

Just as Rosebud and I parked my car at home again, the skies opened up and it began to rain furiously. Everything had been perfect timing--to make the phone calls, get the tow, and get to the repair shop, both by the clock and by the weather.

Also, I had been home when she called. I had just told a phone interviewer I would not participate in a research poll (and then immediately hung up on Rosebud's first attempt to call me, thinking I had accidentally dialed her while hanging up after the polling call). I was not in the car with her this time (as I was on Wednesday when she went to her pool job). Finally, Seahawk was in the car with her, so she was not alone in the scary situation of the car suddenly losing power and dying completely, 65 mph to 0 mph, with vehicles flying past well in excess of 65 mph. She had company while waiting for me to arrive.

And . . . the rescue car, mine, did not die in the midst of operations! A very good thing, as well.

Her dad authorized and financed the repairs. We picked the car back up this morning. She missed no work.

Other Flips and Turns of the Week

  • Tuesday evening, I found the most perfect rental possibility. I e-mailed, and then anxiously waited to hear back.
  • Wednesday afternoon, Rosebud's financial aid for the fall finally came through. Wonderful relief.
  • Wednesday night, I had resolution of some other financial concerns.
  • Wednesday late night, I found and applied for what looks like a great freelancing job.
  • Wednesday midnight/Thursday early morning, they e-mailed back a preliminary test. The job description said that turn-around time and responsiveness were important factors, so I got back up (I happened to check my phone while in bed) and did it.
  • Thursday, Rosebud had the car adventure and I heard back nothing about the job. (Each hour feels like a day or a week while waiting for job responses!)
  • This morning, Friday, we picked up the car.
  • This afternoon, I heard back that I was moving on to the next stage of the freelance job assessment (still no guarantees, but moving on is great). They were kind enough to let me know I may not hear back again next for two to three weeks.

I never did hear back about the rental.

I don't know that I necessarily want to come down off the trapeze, but maybe to feel more like my movements are graceful and purposeful (daring)!


*"The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze," words by George Leybourne, about Jules Leotard.

On This Date . . . 
2012: I had taken the only law school exam on which I was running out of time so badly that I had to leave an outline for some of my answers. I got a B+, so I was not the only one in that predicament, apparently.
2010: Rosebud returned from a stay with her dad, here in East Coast State.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Take Your Mom to Work Day

One of the families Rosebud babysits for asked her to take care of their pool while they were gone on vacation. Since she has to stay there for at least an hour, they told her she was welcome to swim and to bring someone with her (who wants to play in a pool alone--not to mention safety?).

I was the designated pool buddy today. What a welcome respite!

It wasn't just my own personal little vacation from stress, but also the fact that I have not been swimming forever! It felt wonderful to be back in the water again. It was great to have some fun time with Rosebud, too. As she noted, this is probably our last summer vacation that is not on an externally regulated time schedule for one or both of us.

On This Date . . . 
2012: I got stuck in the revolving door of the courthouse!
2011: Marking the transition point from working mom to student mom.
2010: The benefits but also the isolation of working from home.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Mothers in the Legal Profession Roundup No. 356 (Seven Years!)

Week of July 14 - 20, 2014

Mommy and the Sin City is too smart for any sabotage from her computer products and has posted the Roundup!

Also, I think, this July is the seven-year anniversary month of the Mothers in Law School-to-Mothers in the Legal Profession Roundup group. Wow!

The weekly Mothers In the Legal Profession Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis at the ButterflyfishGraceBJJ, Law, and Living, Mommy and the Sin CityMagic CookieThe Reluctant Grownup, and Perspectives From a Hard Boiled Egg blogs.

Would you like your blog to be considered in the weekly Mothers in the Legal Profession Roundup? Leave a comment or send an e-mail to any of the hostesses listed above.

Us, This Week

Thursday, July 17, 2014

The Stress Switchbacks of a Single Day

The switchbacks of one 24-hour period!

By yesterday morning, our personal stress, as well as our sympathetic stress, had reached an unmaintainable pitch. And, it was all intertwined.

Our living situation: My lease ends July 31. I would like to move to someplace a bit cheaper--I was considering a roommate situation, among other housing options. I kept waiting on a job to materialize out of all the applications I have out there. I have poured my soul into those applications. Almost all of them are still open. Things move slowly.

But, it would be nice to know in which direction a new commute would be oriented, and rental applications need proof of income. Therefore, I wanted the job lined up before the rental search began in earnest. It was becoming quickly apparent, though, that, even if someone wanted to set up a job interview in the next day, I probably would not have a job offer in hand, a new place found, and everything I own packed and moved by July 31. The vacate day here. I would have to move out with no where to move to.

Rosebud, at least, had a room at her dad's house. She would not be homeless. In a sort of gallows humor style, we would joke about where my new cardboard box home should be located. Olive the Dog could wear a cardboard sign around her neck.

Seahawk's family's living situation: Their lease, at their place, ends . . . July 31. Some things were not falling into place for them, either, though.

Then, the stress started, finally, to lift a little.

Our living situation: Yesterday afternoon, I finally was pushed into the turn and went to talk to our rental office here to see if we could extend this lease a month. I was almost sick to my stomach walking over there, knowing my apartment had likely already been rented out. Sure enough, it had been promised to new tenants, but the office agreed to call them and see if they would take a different apartment. We waited by the phone for the answer. Yes! Yes, they would take the other apartment. The office's offer to us was that we could switch to month-to-month with a 30-day notice requirement (on our long-term lease it had been 60-day notice). The rent is $155 more a month, which really hurts (remember I was looking for something cheaper). But, it means having a home and not moving twice within a few months or putting my stuff in storage and . . . ? Of course, I wish I had been able to foresee all of this when I made my last lease term 11 months!

Seahawks's family's living situation: Later that evening, a key component fell into place for Seahawk's family. We love them, so our stress lifted some more with that news.

But, then some of the stress returned--from a different angle.

Rosebud's living situation: Late last night, things took another definite downturn with Rosebud being able to live at her dad's happily. Her dad would not put her out on the street, of course. But, tensions are running incredibly high. It's all so stupid, which makes it all the more infuriating.

I am so glad I am staying here, on this side of the country, so that I can be plan B in providing Rosebud a home (which I think has actually become plan A, at this point). While I wish I would have the bar exam over this summer and then be sworn in soon afterwards, can you imagine how stressed I would be hundreds of miles away trying to go through the final crunch and the exam in two weeks? I think that is what nervous breakdowns are possibly made of.

I was sorry our day ended on a sad note (because it is a sad situation for them), but glad that our overall stress had decreased so significantly. I can truly focus on the most important tasks at hand now.

They were some crazy switchbacks, but at least they served their purpose. We ended the day in a better place than where we began it.


we live in a crazy chaos: some things packed, some things not, some things here, some things at Rosebud's dad's house in a state of limbo.

On This Date . . .
2012:  We decided to move here. Partly for me (transfer of law schools). Partly for Rosebud's relationship with her dad and family.
2010: Post on priorities. Then, I noticed LSAT study and exercise were given more square feet in my home than my work station (I telecommuted). Priorities in today's post as measured in time and decisions? Family relationships, a home, and a job.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Mothers in the Legal Profession Roundup No. 355

Week of July 7 - 13, 2014

I struggled a bit with how I wanted to approach this roundup. Good things happen, annoying things happen, and bad things happen on any given day. Sometimes, things seem to be going along relatively evenly. Sometimes, there are stretches where it feels like a battle of the one against the Fates.

I am truly happy for members of our group when things are going well. My heart breaks for those who are going through harder times. I miss people who suddenly stop blogging, and I wonder if things are okay. I don't always comment, but I am thinking of you when I read your posts. I think that is true for most, probably all, of us.

On that note,

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Three Degrees of Connection

Applying for jobs. It takes a lot of time, especially law-type jobs. I search for positions. Once I find something interesting, I research the organization/firm/agency and the people in it as much as possible. Then, I craft a cover letter. Sometimes, there is more--references, writing samples.

Not one position has been identical to another one. Not once have I been able to simply reuse a cover letter, just switching out the specific data.

Part of the research I do often involves