About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

OTHER LINKS

Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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ARCHIVES

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Screaming Bean
Friday, March 31, 2006

When I was in college we used to say it wasn't a good thing to MUD drunk. It used to amaze me who could actually get logged on while drunk, but it was one of those non-thinking signons that didn't require actual skills. Me, I haven't been driving but I have had a couple drinks this evening. I felt I should update you on what happened today. As you may recall I had mentioned about a possible data entry job. I had to do a real live phone interview for said temp job, and I honestly believed I acquitted myself well. Charming, no use of overly large words, just straight forward about my situation and why I thought I'd be appropriate for the job. The feedback to the agency was also good, and the decision was to be made today. I didn't get the job. Actually, no one got the job. They decided against temps. Therefore I drink. And ate copious amounts of a bloomin' onion, but that was so I could actually walk away from the bar once we were full of imbibing. I feel good. I type well even a little tipsy. No spellcheck for me. No sir. So if you can't give me a job, gimme a drink, will ya?

handed down by Beanie at 9:05 PM || |