Epic Fail

Close to half of the people that sat for the July 2010 California bar exam failed.

Last night, I found out I was one of them.

In my mind, that's as good of an excuse as any to lay on my couch all weekend and catch up on all of the shows I've missed after a week of being without DirectTV.

Next week: regroup.  The week after: start the process all over again.

For now though...attempt to salvage what's left of a shattered spirit.  That, I fear, will be trickier than studying for the bar again...

Mission Accomplished

Bruised, battered, and definitely tired, but all moved in to my new apartment.  Mom came up with the U-Haul this morning and somehow, she and I managed to carry my couch upstairs without ruining it.  The couch did try to kill me in the process (getting stuck between the a piece of furniture and the stairwell is not how I want to go out) and I seriously tweaked my lower back, but it and all of the rest of my heavy furniture are safely in their new home.  Now all I have to do is clean the old apartment so I can at least get some of my security deposit back and hand over the keys!  The move is (almost) complete.

Once I'm no longer living out of boxes, I'll post some pictures.  It's so much nicer than my last place, and I'm excited to get the chance to decorate once I'm all settled and, you know, I start getting a paycheck.  For now though, all I want to do is lay down and enjoy my last weekend of being unemployed.  Come Monday, it's time to go to work...

Times, They Are a Changin'...

A lot has changed over the past few weeks...

I GOT A JOB!!!  I didn't blog about it sooner because I think I still wasn't sure if it was all really happening.  I went in for a second interview before Halloween and fully expected to have to wait another week before I heard anything back (like every other job I'd interviewed for).  But after an hour of meeting with the two partners of the group, they asked if this job sounded like something I wanted to do, and when I said yes, they asked when I could start!  Just like that!

I think I expected to be a little more excited than I actually was.  That's not to say that I wasn't; I just wasn't rolling on the ground, kicking and screaming.  I think fear and anxiety muscled past excitement, because while I was relieved and happy to have finally found a job (one that actually sounded like something I wanted to do and not just something I was settling for) and a real paycheck, my mind instantly went to all of the logistics.  How long would it take to pack up my apartment?  How am I going to get my couch down three flights of stairs?  How quickly can I find a new apartment?  How much is all of this gonna cost me?  How am I going to make friends in a new city?  The harsh realities of adulthood were seriously taking all of the fun out of getting my first real job!  But nearly a week later, I'm finally starting to feel a little more at ease with the whole process.  I got a new apartment that I'll be moving into this Friday, so the big stressor right now is packing and moving everything out of here and into the new place.  So for the past week, I've basically spent all my time on this:

Packing.  I.  Hate.  Packing.  I did it every single year while I was in college and it never gets any easier. And this time around, I have a couch to move, which presents new fun challenges.  Sigh...it'll all get done, one way or another.

It's been a crazy past couple of weeks, but all good crazy.  It's nice to finally be moving forward instead of standing still...