Touro College School of Law 3rd in New Employment Rankings: I went to the wrong school!

I found this interesting list today and wanted to share it on my blog.  It seems that Columbia University and New York University are the Supreme Masters of employment in New York.  Of course, everyone knew that.  However, once you move to 3rd place things get really wacky.  Fordh--- I mean, Touro college is 3rd place.  Now how is that?  I have always heard that Touro was a third tier type of place.  But, it's above Fordham, Cardozo and the all-mighty Brooklyn Law School?  How da heck?  St John's is hangin' barely below that.  Who would have known that Touro college would be doing so well?

Not only will you have a better chance at raking in the big money after attending Touro (which I think means bull in Spanish.  Oh wait, no, that's Toro.  I don't know what Touro means), but you will be paying less a month than some of the lesser schools on that list.  Only $2,966!  What a steal!  Of course, you'd better be bringing in well over minimum wage to service that de฿t. 

I was alwyas under the impression that Fordham was 3rd.  But no, today reality has been turned UPSIDE DOWN and the third tier is the new T30.  Oy Oy.  What surprises await me next?  No wonder I am so bitter. 

The look on my face when I read this list.

Sadly, I now realize that I went to the wrong school (sarcasm).  I do not go to #1, #2, or #3, and I am not yet prepared to say where I go, but it IS on this list.

Dang, I hate these stupid lists. 

What made you decide to go to law school?

A Celtic Studies Textbook

What made you decide to go to law school.  That's not an easy answer to question.  I mean, that's not an easy question to answer.  I guess I am just trying to skip the point.  I am going to be very honest here with myself and my readers and let the world know exactly why I went to law school.

I previously wrote about it here, but wanted to go deeper into the reasons and thoughts as I am older, wiser (hopefully) and perhaps more honest now.  Plus, I'm bitter.  I ask myself: "If I am this bitter now, what am I going to be like when I am 40, 50, 70, 80?" 

It was undergrad when I knew for sure that I wanted to go to law school.  I was neck deep in undergraduate, majoring in Celtic Studies (I started with architecture, but figured it was a crap-shoot and artsy types were starting to get on my nerves).  I honestly don't know why I thought Celtic Studies would be a good major, but my parents were so proud of me for going to college.  First in the family, you know.  Anyway, it was around the end when it really hit me that there were not really any jobs for people with my major.  And, to add insult to injury, I was probably not going to move to Ireland.  In other words, I had literally wasted a lot of time.  Then, to make this even worse, I funded this on student loans.  When I graduated from college I had about $40,000 in debt.  In other words, I needed law school.

Or so I thought.

Truth is, I rarely share my major with people.  I went to a pretty decent undergraduate university.  It was expensive, but it didn't have the word Phoenix in the title.  However, a day doesn't pass where I don't wish I would have went into computer science (perhaps with a minor in French) or BioPhysics (perhaps double majoring in Japanese Linguistics).  But, I did not, and I have to face the reality of where my life has taken me.  In other words, I knew, upon graduating, that I had to do something to supplement my degree or go to work at Kentucky Fried Chicken for life.



So, I talked it over with a counselor and decided to get some letters of recommendation and apply to some law schools.  Now, I said before it took me three years to get into a law school.  And when I did, I was working in fast food.  Yes, over two years of fast food consumed my life.  I did not like it.  However, the manager REALLY wanted me to stay and work my way up to manager (he made $150,000 at the time).  He liked my work ethic and thought I was good at most of the tasks.  Further, I was, in his words, a "model employee."  Be that as it may, I did not like the idea of working in fast food and wanted to go to law school.  I finally got in and got out of fast food, never looking back (except for now, as I write about it). 

But, this story is not HOW I got into law school but WHY I decided to go.  You see, there are some majors that are good enough so that a person does not have to go to graduate or law school.  And there are some majors out there where one realizes as they are grabbing their diploma that they made a very, very bad choice.  It hit me as I opened my diploma and it said "Celtic Studies."  I would have NEVER majored in that had I thought about how it would look on a resume.

Honestly, what would you think if you got a resume from someone and it said "Major: Celtic Studies"? 

Well, I knew that I was either going to have to go to graduate school for something (and not for Advanced Celtic Studies or any other ____ studies either).  In other words, I learned my lesson, and wonder why a person goes to graduate school and pays $70,000+ for a Celtic studies degree. 

Anyway, that's when I decided to go to law school.  What made you decide to go?

What did you give up for college?

I received a comment on my last post stating that someone gave up a job with the U.S. Post Office in order to go to law school.  When I read this, I could not help but wonder what other people have given up in order to go to law school.  As with all forms of schooling, one gives up income that they could be earning to go to law school.  That's basic economics.  However, many people probably feel that they gave up more than just money.  Examples include:

• Secure jobs.
• Employment that was enjoyable.
• The location in which they worked (especially when a person relocates for law school).
• Family (I moved far from mine for law school).
• Looks (many people balloon in law school.  Further stress makes a person not so pretty).
• Time (one could learn another profession, and perhaps wish they did so).
• A mate (sometimes a person leaves a girlfriend, boyfriend, fiance, etc. for schooling).
• Outside interests (some people give up interests and activities that they enjoyed for school).
• A skill (abilities wane when one does not regularly engage in them).

With that in mind, I ask: What have you given up for (law) school (or otherwise)?  Looking back, do you have any advice for people who are entering school, or thinking of entering school?  Of course, money is always on the forefront of everyone's mind, because that's how success is often measured.  School's use money as the enticement to enter.  However, many people do not think about the other things that they have given up in order to go to school. 

Oftentimes, one can not get into a school in the location they live.  Oftentimes this is a place where the person has spent most of their life, or has chosen to live.  Perhaps the student plans on returning to this place after school.  Maybe the applicant hoped to get into a school in the area, but with their lackluster LSAT score, they were not admitted to a school close to home.  So, the person relocates to another place where they were accepted.  Was this you? 

Please, feel free to share in the comments what you gave up for school.  Many people don't think about these things when they start.  Sometimes they don't realize exactly what they gave up until they are near the end of their schooling.  Everything in life involves a trade of some sort.  Did you give too much up for law school (or any other type of schooling)? 

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You shoulda' been... a Pharmacist/Pharmacy Technician/Pharmacy Rep

We all go through the phase of "what if I majored in something else?"  But, some of us really wonder what our lives would have been like if we had just did something else in the beginning.  Some of us may even be considering a new life.  But, is more schooling really the answer?  For this position more schooling is probably the only way, but, if you are wanting to really reel in a career that could get you the [epic loots] in the real world that you crave, read on.

First, I want to point you to something I read a while back that made the gears in my brain start turning.  It was actually a comment on ThirdTierReality that really started getting me all thinking (and, to be honest, hot and bothered) about pharmacy:

"The male [pharmacy] reps I met were almost always in great shape and had winning personalities. I knew one kid, Hispanic guy, about 23. This son of a gun was dating beautiful women. You know, the type that bring a tear to your eye?

Anyway, one day he lets me use his friend's gym membership. He picks me up in his Mercedes M Class. The thing must have had less than 5000 miles on it. The thing is you knew he could afford it. He was a smart kid. Anyway, I kid you not, I put my wallet in his glove compartment before we head in. Before I know it, I see these crotchless panties. He was such a cool kid. He just looked at me and apologized. And that he had met one of his girlfriends the other night.

He freaking apologized. Didn't blush or tell me how amazingly hot the conquest was. And I sure as heck didn't ask if he had her in the front seat or the back.

At 23, this guy had stuff that I can't afford at 34. He had other things going for him. I remember one blonde chick in particular he was dating. I still remember her, and she only said Hi to me maybe once. I swear I almost blacked out. And this 23 year old kid was banging the poo out of her on a consistent basis. She was so gorgeous, when you saw her your fluffing heart skipped a few beats and the bloodflow to your brain temporarily stopped. We picked the wrong field, folks."

A nice place to live, I am told.

Now that we got that out of our system, pharmacy is a lot more than hot women with crotchless panties and nice cars.  It's a lot more than good money and job stability.  It's a lot more than... well, isn't that enough for most?   I will say that I had a friend (not just "a friend", I actually KNEW this person in real life.  I hung out with him in elementary school, so it's a lot more than "a friend who I sat next to in class for six weeks" type thing) who worked as a pharmacy technician for a while, and he was doing quite well for himself.  Lived in a very expensive west coast city called "Santa Barbara".  Ever hear of it?  It's one of the most expensive cities in the country, also known as the "American Rivera".  It's a nice place I hear.  This friend was also hanging out in France shortly after his stint in Santa Barbara.  Livin' the life in a picturesque French village for over a year.  What a life. (Note to self: purge the jealousy and move on).

Now, keep in mind, to be a bona fide pharmacist, you will need to pretty much become a bona fide doctor.  In fact, the degree is called a doctor of pharmacy, if that gives you a clue.  But, to become a pharmacy technician, well, let's just say you don't have to have the letters M.D. after your name.  Do you get what I'm trying to say?  I'm saying that to become a pharmacy technician you can basically be out and employed in a LOT LESS time.  (Some schools claim as little as six weeks.  I would research this further though.)

What is a pharmacy technician?

Well, according to some school that may or may not be a scam in itself, "pharmacy technicians help licensed pharmacists provide medication, information, education, and other healthcare products to their patients. The pharmacy technician, also called a pharmacy tech, or pharmacy assistant usually perform routine tasks to help prepare prescribed medication for patients, such as counting tablets and labeling bottles.  A pharmacy technician is not a pharmacist, but works closely with the pharmacist to assist him/her. Pharmacy technicians use computers, answer telephones, handle money, manage inventory, and perform other clerical duties."  The article forgot to mention crotchless panties, but that's okay.

However, be warned folks!  There are more schools popping up for pharmacy technicians than the medicines that pharmacists sell to pop pimples!  In fact, the field will undoubtedly become saturated in due time.  That's why one must act fast as with most things in life that seem to be too good to be true.  Chances are almost every school in your area has a pharmacy program.  From big schools that the US News touts as its "top greatest schools" to the local community college.  Further, you may notice that pharmacy schools commercials are everywhere, from radio to television.

Also, as with everything that is supposed to glitter like gold, there's a chance that it's hayday has long passed.  In other words, those who are thinking about getting in now could find that they are too late.  That is, sadly, the reality that many of us face.  Is finding the ULTIMATE CAREER more luck than planning?  Perhaps.  Maybe the best advice we can give is "don't go to school for something that is doing insanely well RIGHT NOW."  Of course, there will always be a need for pharmacists and doctors.  There will always be a need for dentists and plumbers.  There will always be a need for truck drivers and pest control workers.  Those are probably safe bets for people who want to get a job (keep in mind, however, these will at times be over-saturated fields).  With that being said, realize nothing is truly easy.  Everything in life, as I am learning, is a huge pain in the rear. 

In the end, the point of this post was merely to point out the route some of us feel that we should have taken.  Many of us fantasize (or will be fantasizing) about driving a Mercedes M Class and dating a woman with crotchless panties.   Many of us see our friends, neighbors and old classmates working these types of jobs.  Perhaps we laughed at them before.  Perhaps we thought they were hella daft.  But, now that the wheels of life are turning.  The cogs of life if you will.  Now that they are turning and burning and the days are churning and the stench of the unemployment line is burning we are starting to think that maybe we should have not laughed at little Todd Reynolds from high school that dreamed of a job as a pharmacy technician.  A job that carried little prestige.  Perhaps we should have taken the Todd Reynolds' of the world a bit more seriously.  Perhaps we wished we would have had our palms read or our auras examined at Madam Z's so that we could have seen the fate that was before us!  We only live once, after all.  And the CLOCK OF LIFE IS TICKING. 

Tick Tock.  Tick Tock.  Tick Tock.

So, children of the modern era, ask yourselves this: Would you rather be like the person you see on the left?  Or  would you rather be ridin' pretty, like the guy in the story, pictured to the right?


 
Remember folks,  Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tickidy Tockidy TICK TOCK TICK TOCK, you only live ONE TIME. 

Do you feel you chose the right career?  Could you have done something better?  Do you often dream of something else?  If you could have done it all over, what would you have done?  Let me know in the comments below.  Perhaps it's not too late, after all.  Some of us are young enough.  Perhaps there is some time left. 

Why scambloggers include "cost of living"

Recently I saw someone ask the question "why do scambloggers include LIVING EXPENSES when they are tallying up the law schools' misdeeds?"  There are a variety of reasons, which I shall explain below.   

First, and the most obvious one in my mind is that some of us are just too poor to go to college or law school without getting loans for living expenses.  In other words, it's our only option if we want to go.  Many poorer students believe that it is through college that riches are obtained.  As the Pennywise song, "You Get the Life You Choose" makes clear, we believe that we are the architects of our own lives.  I, for one, always believed that it was up to me to live the kind of life I wanted to live.  It is not up to anyone else.  Not my family.  Not fate.  I figured that if I invested time in college, I would reap the rewards down the road for it.  Also, I knew that if I did not go to college, like many of my siblings and friends, I would most likely end up in the same kind of impoverished conditions they live in.  While college has not brought me any riches, I will say at this point, I do think vastly different than my family and those who I went to high school with.  I don't see the world as the same "scary" place, nor am I fearful of the unknown.  I don't believe everything I read.  I question literally everything; from the media, to statistics that seem false on their face.  In short, I chose to go to college knowing that it would cost me a lot of money.  And I knew that the only way I would be able to fund it was through college loans for living expenses.  For me, it truly was the only way. 

Second, many of us do not have families that are well off enough to pay our living expenses for us.  Some of us would not ask that of our families.  I for one never would.  Also, some of us have families that don't particularly value a college education and they would not give money for the endeavor even if they could.  While that is not necessarily true of me, I have heard of many people that do not like the idea of their children getting "educated" and being smarter than they are.  I doubt my brother-in-law, with all his vast riches would pay for his children's education.  He thinks college and education is stupid.  Not because it's a scam or because it doesn't end up with a guaranteed job.  It's just stupid.  It teaches people to be liberals, to not hate blacks and Muslims (oh, did I mention he was racist?), and to think for one's self. 

As an adult, some of us see our own education as our own responsibility, and not the responsibility of our parents.  If law school does not work out for me, the debt should not be on my parents.  They are older now. They should not have to worry about student loans and their children not being able to find work.  They should not have to spend their "golden years/enfeebled years" having to lose sleep over the fact that the loan shark is calling them all hours of the day demanding payment.  And if their child is to suddenly do well because of their education, chances are the parents would reap little of the benefit other than the "good will" of knowing that junior succeeded in life. 

Further, law schools and the ABA tell students to limit their work load during law school.  Some schools state that one should not work at all during their first year, and a student can not work over 20 hours a week otherwise.  One can not hope to fund law school working for minimum wage 20 hours a week.  Further, law school internships are not handing out money.  In fact, many expect a student to work for free.  If you can get a law internship that pays more than $10 an hour, you are doing something right.  And, if your law internship is paying well, chances are you are living in a market where housing is very high.  In other words, if you are living below your means in Omaha, NB, chances are, a law internship is not paying you $15/hour.  And even if it was, you would still probably need to borrow some living expenses to get by.

Even if the ABA said that students could work full time, the truth is that some people have a tough time with school and would probably not pass if they had to hold down a full time job.  Law school is tough for many.  Also, we are told that anyone can go to school, no matter what disabilities we have.  Many people see this as a way out of a lackluster life.  Some of us are people who don't want to suck on the nipple of Uncle Sam for the rest of our lives.  Social Security disability has done amazing things for some people, but some people have disabilities and can't get it, and others don't want to rely on it.  As humans, many of us want to be self sufficient, and if we are told countless times that college will allow us to be self-sufficient and even thrive, than chances are, many people are going to jump at that chance.

Even without having a disability, some people are just awful at college.  I was at first, but I got good at it after a while.  Many people can't seem to do well even if they study forty hours a week.  The truth is, they are probably doing something wrong and may want to try to change their study methods.  But, even if that is the case, they can't think of working.  Some people have children and a nice shiny divorce certificate on the wall.  Even if the dad/mom is ordered to pay child support, that doesn't mean that they will.  Amongst my family there is at least five divorces and nobody is paying child support at this time.  So, the reality is that the single mother/father has to trudge their way through school and raise kids at the same time.  All odds are stacked against them, but they continue on, because college is sometimes seen as a carrot on a stick. 

And of course, there are the ones who have it all handed to them, who can go to college without taking out loans.  Some have done well enough to get scholarships and not have to worry about that.  However, many have parents who pay for their school so they don't have to worry about things such as rent, utilities, transportation costs, food, etc.  I can't even imagine not having to worry about that in college.  Some students even have Daddy's credit card.  I don't live in that kind of a world.  In fact, that kind of world is alien to me.  These people don't need to worry about borrowing for living expenses.  They may have been forced into law school by overbearing parents who said, "it's either medicine or law" and their parents pay the bill.  Others just have a blank check on an education.  How sweet.  But I suspect that this is a HUGE minority of those who are scambloggers.  I honestly suspect that most scambloggers borrowed a lot of money for college and they had no choice in the matter, and that's why we include cost of living as part of our education expense. 

A Tale of Two Worlds: Life is Not Fair. A deep look at inherited wealth.

There are two major kinds of wealth that I would like to talk about in this post.  Self made wealth and wealth that is inherited.  You know, the kind that daddy passes on to a child that was lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth.  Self made wealth often takes hard work, perseverance, and even some luck.  But not the same kind of luck that is needed to be plopped out of the womb into a  bourgeois family.

Many of us went to law school hoping to get self-made wealth.  College oftentimes delivers the idea that wealth can be obtained by virtue of education.  I know that when I enrolled I expected the big paychecks to come rollin' in.  Just like my brother-in-law's truck rolls into Philadelphia from the west coast every few weeks.  But unlike my brother-in-law, I was not handed a company.

This is a tale of two different worlds.  The world I live in is a world where one either works for their wealth or decides to remain poor for life.  If I want to do something with my life, I can only rely on myself to do something.  I can't rely on others.  My family literally has no wealth.  I funded (am funding) my college on student loans.  The same loans pay for 100% of my rent, 100% of my utilities, 100% of my food, 100% of my transportation costs, 100% of EVERYTHING.  In short, I don't rely on outside financial help at all at this point.  I have to be self-sufficient to survive.

But there is another.  A brother from another mother.  He was handed a trucking company at a tender young age and he now runs loads from one coast to another.  He's a big man (literally, he's huge), and he loves himself the ladies.  One of those ladies is my tender naive sister.  In fact, he loved that girl so much he went out and he married the lass.  Popped out a child to add to a fine collection of eight.  Now he's roamin' like a soldier out on the countryside, trying to maintain his overextended lifestyle, trying to prove the world that he's a big boy with a big toy (his truck). 

Now, there's a problem here.  He knows very little about wealth.  In fact, had his father not handed him that big truckin' company he'd be either sitting on his parents farm with a piece of grain hanging out of his mouth or he'd be hanging off the prison bars like a monkey in heat. 

Case in point: a few months back winter was raping the North Dakota landscape and his truck sat there, in some town nobody here has ever heard of, as he screamed at his wife over the phone.  Why now, was he so angry at the lass?  Did she do something to deserve his ire?  Did she run out and cheat on him?  Did she accuse him of straying too far from the gas pumps at the Flying J and picking up a lot lizard?  No, you see, the fella was a wee bit angry because he did not save any money for a break down.  And this was not the first, second, or even third time.  You see, when you are handed a company instead of working for it, chances are that you have no idea how to actually run it.  Now, this is not a universal truth, but it is often something that I have noticed in my short life.  You see, he had to call everyone he knew to borrow money to fix that truck up, so he could finish his run and return home for some fun.

Now, there was no lesson to be learned here, because it happened again.  Now, this individual lives far above his means.  There's no money left over in an account in case a truck maintenance problem arises.  Instead, the money is spent on every material possession one could hope to buy.  A TV that just has to compensate for something (at least he's fertile with nine babies, and talk of a 10th being planned for).  New vehicles are brought into the household like law students buy lattes.  Money is slung around like a banana slings a monkey.  Yet the company has nothing in case of an emergency.  He has no formal edumactaion, but he commands his own truckin' nation. 

Now, why do I write about this fine specimen of the business world?  Why do I bother spending my time talking about this person and the empire that his father dropped into his lap?  Is it to prove the notion that all of us already know - that life is not fair.  Or is it to paint a picture of a real life example of the difference between the kind of thinking of a person who inherits wealth and a person who knows how to run a company, but probably won't have the chance to?  Perhaps it's a little of both.  I thought it made for an interesting tale.  Something that perplexes me. 

As the educated class, we oftentimes think we are smarter than the rest.  We think that we have knowledge above the masses.  But the reality is that we don't always have the resources.  Nor do we have the money.  The brother-in-law has no college debt (although I suspect he's loaded with other kinds of debt), and the educated benefactors of society as we like to think of ourselves, are loaded with hundred$ of thousand$ of dollar$ worth of debt.  It's a crazy conundrum.  A vile reality.  It's just perplexing to the mind.

Yet, I wonder if the empire will be passed on to any of the fine nine.  Will it last that long?  Will the truck break down and will the company cease?  Will the marriage last (I kind of find myself doubting it.)  Does wealth bring happiness (here, I do not think so).  What is the point of it all?  For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole highway but lose his own truck? 

I really don't know the point of this blog entry, but I felt that it was somehow relevant.  Maybe I am wrong, but at least it has been written, and will give me something to look back on one day, in case my views should change. 

Pennywise: You Get the Life You Choose

You've given up don't even try
Pretty soon you'll stop asking why
What do you want to do with your life as it's fading?
It's all just a waste of time
Tell everyone you don't care
You know that
You're going nowhere
So now just sit there and stare as you're waiting
Complaining that life's not fair
You're going nowhere
Don't tell me heard all your lies
Told 'em all a thousand times
When you gonna realize
You're making up no alibis
The message that you
Abuse you get the life you choose
When did you give up and give in?
You say that you can't win
But when you've
Nothing to give and you're broken
You fight on until
The end your going to win
When you think the world is against you
And you think you'll never get through
But your conscience
Just won't let you
Just give up and give in
When all the walls close in around you
And the pressure all surrounds you
But your conscience
Just won't let you
Just give up and give in
You just won't try you wonder why
Well this is you life you won't get another try

Breaking News: Hurricane Sandy closes law school on Tuesday!

I was informed just now that my law school will be closed on Tuesday.  That means that I got two WHOLE days off due to this storm.  Now, I didn't even know there was a hurricane coming on Friday afternoon.  In fact, as I have stated before, I don't really pay much attention to the news.  Had it not been for overhearing about the hurricane from someone at the school, I don't even know when I would have found out about it. 

This morning I got a few more text messages about the hurricane and some people that I have not heard from in months asked me if things were alright.  I can't help but wonder what the people on the west coast are hearing about this hurricane.  I was talking to my sister all night last night and she had not yet heard about it, but upon awakening, she was like "omgz hurricane!  are you ok?!"  I told her I was, and that I did not expect to be in any danger.  However, she told me to keep her updated.  The truth is, I don't know what I would say to keep her updated.  Should I just say, "wind has blown a leaf by my apartment?" 

Another sister, who I don't talk to very much got a hold of me and let me know that she was worried.  And yet another sister, who I don't think likes me that much actually had a nice conversation with me.  Like I said before, I wonder what they are telling people on the west coast about this hurricane.

Before I should get out the celebration caviar, I was told that these classes will be made up somehow.  That means that, although, I won't have class tomorrow, I will have to make up these classes sometime.  So I am just postponing the inevitable.  In other words, the school will have your soul one way or another.

And while the school is bleeding away my soul, I can't help but wonder if there is a sigh of relief by all the big firm attorneys.  You know, the attorneys that we all think that we want to be.  Of course, I can imagine them still under the whips while at home.  As the limbs break outside and the storm surges closer to their waterfront homes, they work hard on cases.  The big partners are in Guam, away from the reach of the hurricane, while the young associates are busting their backs, while the family is down below, in the basement, hiding. 

The electricity flutters.  The young partner reaches for his cell phone.  He dials the partner who is drinking a martini and watching that sunset over Pacific.  "I am calling sir, because my power went off.  I don't know if I will have the information typed out."

"The power's out?"

"Yes, and the storm's really picking up.  The wind is coming in at..."

"I don't care.  You have a generator right?"

"Huh?"

"An electric generator.  You know, something to plug your laptop into so you can continue to work.   You know, these things are important to have."

"Well, I do, but..."

"Plug it in, hook up your computer, and get that file typed up and ready for Wednesday.  I don't care if the hurricane is in your living room.  I am not paying you to sit around and watch the storm.  Now the courts are going to be open Wednesday and I will be back in New York that evening.  I expect to see a full report on my desk when I get back.  Now I am trying to enjoy some time off, and if you call me again you can expect to be in the unemployment line.  Right?"

"Yes sir."

"Oh, and one more thing.  Never call me again on this phone.  I don't care what the reason is."  Click.

***

I can't help but wonder if the unemployment line would be more my style.  I doubt the big firm attorneys are getting to enjoy this storm.  I imagine that this is as much fun as a law student gets during their third year.  Yes, being trapped in an apartment while a storm closes down the city is the height of fun for a third year law student. 

I am going to enjoy today and tomorrow.  I am going to not think about the make up days.  I am going to enjoy the electricity while it lasts.  I might talk to my sister.  I might let her know that I saw a bird outside.  He was on the trash can and confused.  Poor little guy.  The storm is going to barrel in on it soon.  She's an animal rights activist type, so maybe telling her about the bird would be in bad taste.  Maybe I will try to save the bird, bring him/her inside, and give her/him a dry place.  She would like that.