A day and a half later, we are carpeted! Never mind the fact we were originally told it would be done in a day. Damn you stairs! It's so quiet and clean now. The house is still a wreck, but we have a bed, and a couch to sit on. The rest of the items are being slowly put back where they were. Here's my big opportunity to rearrange stuff. Don't like the dresser there? Don't put it back there! Want to organize the closet? Well since there's nothing in it, this is a great time to start! Ahhh....home improvement.
Labels: carpet, house
I still can't find my clothes. I wander the house aimlessly in the morning from room to room seeking corresponding pieces to wear. I never end up wearing what I want, but only what I can find. I'm lucky I make it to work at all. Last night's task: find the squeaks. This house is rife with squeaks. With half the carpet removed, I clomped around the house trying to make the floor squeak. Once finding a squeak, screws were placed in the subfloor seemingly not fixing the squeak. So more screws went in, and the squeaks seem to move. Mantra: It's got to be better than it was. And that's what I'm going with. Tonight, tear up the remaining carpet, fix remaining squeaks, and move all sorts of crap into rooms where it doesn't belong. Fun.
We're replacing carpet in our house. It's old, grubby, and we believe to be original. There's a lot of things we're willing to do ourselves, but laying carpet is not one of them. That being said, we did decide to do all of the pull up and repairs prior to the professionals' arrival. As a result, my life is in chaos. We're not even doing the whole house, just two rooms, a hallway, and a set of stairs. We're now sitting four feet from the TV, can't walk around in our bare feet, eating on tray tables, and all my clothes are now residing in three separate rooms. And they don't come until Thursday! The major moving will probably all need to be done Wednesday night after work, which thrills me to tears, since it involves moving two couches, our bed, a large armoire, a big screen TV, and all of the carpet on the stairs will be torn up. We have to wait until last for that in that we fear stepping on tack strips on our trips up and down the stairs. This had so better be worth it...I'm losing my mind here.
Labels: carpet, house
I seemingly got on one of wild researching tangents this morning, all spawning from a question asked about Louisiana Civil Law. Before it was all over, I had learned more than I needed to know about the Louisiana Bar Exam. The highlights: it's three days; those three days are non-consecutive; you must create a pseudonym in order to take the test. The last point is the best one. Instead of something normal like a social security number, the failing and conditional (those who are allowed to retake the few sections they failed...it's not an all or nothing thing in Louisiana) lists are published using pseudonyms. These lists can be found here. If nothing else, these people should get bonus points for creativity of naming. Only in Louisiana could Jimmy Neutron, Pope John Paul, and Miss Piggy all be taking the Bar Exam.
Just like always, the weekend went by in a blink. Of course, having a bunch of snow thrown at you doesn't help. This winter will never end...it goes from warm, yeah it's melting to boom, we lied. So instead I turn my expectant face to the impending vacation next month. There will be golf. There will be sun. There will be in-laws...but did I mention golf and sun? And to top it off, I'm not totally out of the bracket competition at work. While I may be in 4th at the moment, my best possible score is still higher than almost everyone. Meaning...it's just a matter of time. Oh yes, I even forgive you Wisconsin for wrecking an entire division.
Labels: NCAA, vacation, winter
I work in a small office. This adds to a sort of laid back atmosphere. We have no dress code. We do however have a NCAA bracket competition going on. I have been officially tapped to run our competition. I've never done this before. I have an inkling about how much work this will entail, and immediately hunted for a bracket manager to do the dirty work. And it is a pleasant diversion, but hey, I didn't need this additional pressure. I freak out enough at work as is. This is useless freaking out I don't need. I need an Advil.
Labels: job, NCAA
Well, it seems my paperwork was not in vain after all. The state has deigned to allow me to swear in, provided that I pay them handsomely and interview nicely. Come May 23, if I don't come off like a total lunatic I too will have the privilege of calling myself a lawyer. I sent in the check already...don't want that to hold things up...especially since it's already taken far too long. That's the great thing about me not having to be in court. Heck, I never even meet our clients in person. It brings a smile to my face to know that I'm actually going to be a lawyer after all.
Labels: Bar, job
Normally I look forward to Fridays. If you get through Friday you can relax...kick back...do nothing for two days. However, I've begun to dread Fridays. Not because I don't get the weekend off, but because strange stuff happens on Fridays. My work is transactional in nature and the natural flow of things leads to Friday. This also makes people manic. People want things to get deals done on Fridays. All the chickens come home to roost on Friday. No matter what nonsense you've been putting up with all week, come Friday everyone gets edgy and insistent. I try to sit back and let things happen as they should. If it doesn't close on Friday, there's always Monday. Sadly, I may be the only one who feels this way. So relax...it's Friday.
I had to take my car into the dealership yesterday. Yes, I've only had it for a week and a half. We were driving around and got a warning light. Now, the manuals that come with this car are so numerous and sizeable that they do not fit in the glove compartment, leaving us to puzzle mysteriously at what the car was trying to tell us. "Lassie? Timmy's fallen down a well?!?" I figured it involved oil, but what was the squiggly line for? When we got home we looked it up and found out the car was telling me there was very little oil in it. Now this was puzzling. There's 300 miles on it. I've left no puddles in the garage. I've left no puddles at work. I'm not being followed by a blue cloud...so where's the oil? Turns out it's a problem that's well known by BMW. The car has no dipstick, rather a sensor that determines oil level and quality. Since it's a closed system, any condensation that forms (on those short trips, like to work) collects in the pan, which in turn causes the sensor to think there's no oil. Normally, I would have been incensed by this turn of events. Instead, I rolled with it. The dealership is damn close to work (walking distance), and the car is not going to blow up. Let them deal with it. And they did. 7 quarts of synthetic motor oil and a clean sensor later, I got my BMW back. And it's still lovely. This may not be the end of the saga, but who cares...it's their problem to drain that puppy. Me, I'm going to be mellow.
Labels: car, repairs
I was watching NBC Nightly News last night, mostly to see if Brian Williams was going to get blown up in Iraq (was the hurricane not enough for this man?) They started a series this week called the Pursuit of Happiness, and in the first episode they included an odd little blurb about Perkins Coie. Seems they have a Happiness Committee. They didn't come out and say exactly what this committee does other than handing out candy at random. Somehow I don't equate free candy and heavy billables with happiness, but what am I to know? Perhaps the sugar rush makes you want to take over the world. Anyone care to enlighten me on what the happiness committee is all about?
When I was in law school, we took one nice vacation during a spring break. Money was an issue, and of course you have law school weighing on you with exams coming up, but it was still a vacation. After I graduated it was the Bar...and the Bar...and the Bar...and no job, so no vacations. How can you plan your life when you have that sort of scythe hanging over your head? Now? I have a job. I passed the Bar. We've cleared up the whole car thing...so that leaves, you guessed it...a vacation! And sure enough we've planned one for April. It's not exotic, but it's not here. And that makes it a vacation. After 4 years, I think we need one.
First off, go to Magic Cookie and congratulate her on her brand new baby boy! Even with a C-section, she found the time to blog from the birthing center to show us his first pictures. That's just damn impressive.
Second, it's icy-snowing-raining, and I'm at work. Why? Because I actually live near work, unlike most of my fellow employees. They're all hanging out at home except my boss, and I'm at work, doing work things. I should get hazard pay. No one is making them live out in the sticks. It's just a convenient excuse. Grr.
Third, it's Friday. I have new phones. They were just delivered to me by FedEx. Of course the accessories packet that was supposed to be with the phones isn't. Separate cover? Who knows. I'm finally coming into the age of camera phones...luckily for me I never go to court, so camera phones aren't a problem. Yeah for new stuff!
Labels: baby, job, phone