| New LoU World! |
[Apr. 21st, 2010|02:34 pm] |
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What do we think? Should we set a time? I don't think we even have to abandon our current game to start a new one and hope. You'd think that if we all joined up at 7 PM tonight we'd be pretty close to each other, or at least in riding distance. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2010|04:17 pm] |
Even I'm not sure how I feel about this suggestion, but what would everyone think of starting fresh, all at the same time so that we (presumably) wind up on the same continent? I'm loath to leave all this work behind, but we'd be able to avoid any rookie mistakes we made this time around and it really sucks that we're all going to be on our third city before we get to ally to any effective extent.
Just a thought; not even sure if I support it. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|10:56 am] |
Bad justice day today. :(
You know something's wrong when a victim takes a peace bond rather than arguing self-defence just so the bureaucracy will end. |
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| Court Rage |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|12:17 pm] |
Here I am trying to keep my New Year's resolution of posting more often, even if there ain't much to say.
Grrrr with bureaucracies. In "tell-the-court-what's-going-on-with-your-case-everybody court" today, I was all like, "we've got this meeting with the Crown going on about our case next week, so we'll come on back the week after that and catch you up on if we're going to trial, or pleading out, or what."
Judge is all like, "Cool."
So the Crown is all like, "Cool. Just so you know, judge, the reason why we're having this meeting now is because the one we set up in December didn't happen. We tried calling ol' Martin, but he wouldn't pick up."
And the judge is all like, "Gotcha. Week after next it is."
And I'm all like, grrrrrrrr, you couldn't reach me at the office because I was here being told that there was no meeting. But the judge was all on to other things. So now if I come back later saying that they should drop the charges because this case has been dragging on forever (and it has), the Crown's going to say it's partially my fault this is taking so long. So then I'm going to have to explain why I didn't pipe up this morning. I can feel my temples going grey with frustration this very minute.
And where the hell is my videotape evidence, already? I want movies! |
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[Jan. 12th, 2010|03:53 pm] |
Yeeeearrrrrgh. Well, that's it for the holiday season. It was pretty brutal; I was working right up until Christmas Eve, headed out to see Beth's folks for the day itself, and because we couldn't find anyone to look after the cat (and because I have this huge moot competition in February), I only managed to pop back to Winnipeg for two days. Saw the mom and grandfolks the first day, and had a late Christmas dinner. Saw dad the second, and rushed right back on to the plane to get the cat fed and the factum turned into the court committee. Kind of a really crappy holiday, especially since Beth and Millie were sick the whole time. Didn't have time to see any friends or even my brother for more than a couple of hours.
But, back at it, I suppose. Already this term is feeling like a walk on a warm beach. I've got this big competition in February that I'm taking very seriously, but I don't really lose anything if I come in last. Then I've only got three courses left to go --- and since they're so varied in their evaluation (one has a ton of little assignments, one has a big final paper, and one has a 100% exam), I can really relax. There's no sudden bump of doom. The madness is indeed over. The job's had, so the marks don't matter all that much, and I'm no longer catching up from interviews, madly trying to catch up to 'average'. I have all the time in the world.
So now I'm usually workin' about 9 AM (let's be honest, 10) to 7:00, and taking the rest of my nights off. Man, is this sweet. I learned how to play Munchkin, I'm getting through Chronotrigger (which I've never played), and I'm starting off with this "Dexter" series, which seems pretty honkin' sweet.
I'm a human being again, and it's awesome. Giving some thought even to picking up an XBox or a Wii and seeing what the online deal is like these days. Not sure what kind of games I'd be into, though, being mostly a turn-based strat and RPG type fella. (Suggestions?)
This will all probably fall apart once I start working for real, but for now? Smooooooth. |
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| Aaaaaand I'm Spent |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|12:17 pm] |
Well, that's done it. The madness is ended, and the dust has settled. Job interview season is over.
The first year of law school is crazy and competitive. The pressure has broken some men greater than myself like a fistful of dry spaghettini. I remember particularly one guy in the library before the Criminal final that was clean-cut and on top of things all year, having wound up with terrible breath, chocolate stains (I hope) all around his mouth, and a neck beard like a crazy prospector, yelling at me: "Vaillancourt v. The Queen! Stigma and penalty --- are they disjunctive or conjunctive? Which matters more: that you're a murderer, or that you murdered someone?!"
Grizzled Prospector syndrome: put down the casebook and get to pannin'!
Whoa, homeboy. Take it down a notch. Everything is going to be all right.
He didn't think so, though, because of "the system".
( 'The System', continued... ) |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|07:39 pm] |
Ugh, the chaos.
All righty! So! The summer in brief!
Finished my exams, took off to Quebec with Beth for about a week. The food was incredible, the language was French. She threw out her hip and the GPS didn't work. Rest stops wound up leading through dairy villages and we listened to Huckleberry Finn on tape. Good times had by all.
Came back and found out my grades were pretty good! Smurter than the avrage biscuit. Started up my summer job researching the history of Canadian expropriation law and flew out to Winnipeg for research and the wedding. Did the research, the wedding was awesome.
Came home to Toronto, chaos. Landlord went nuts. Time to move. Packed up everything we own, looked at a million places at once, negotiated like mad with a new company, moved down the street. Set up, unpacked, bed bugs! Ants! Destroy, destroy, destroy. Paint, saw, wash, scrub, hang, mount, dust. Ahhhh, relief.
Time's up! Firm tours, schmooze cocktails. Job interviews. 20 unique cover letters and résumés. Sent them out today. Get a new suit. Grab textbooks and get financial aid. Finish off the research and write the paper. Be a mentor, buy your textbooks. Beth spins in a circle getting ready to teach and go back to class. Quits her job. Just another wacky Wednesday.
Aaaaaand we're caught up.
I seriously had a culture-shock moment last week at the Gowlings firm tour. I was walkin' around, doing my thing, asking questions about what kind of work they do and whether or not Beth's Vietnamese Spine-Ratchet adjustments will be covered, and we head up to the litigation department. They have this cool glass bullpen like on the West Wing, and the articling student giving the tour is like, "and if you're into advocacy, you'll be working up here on the 19th floor."
So I ask, "do we get our own cubicle?", pointing to the shiny tinted-glass cubicles covered in art and calendars and so forth. The dude gets this weird look in his eye, like, retard.
"No."
That was fine, I guessed. We'd probably have to be in the library doing research for real lawyers most of the time anyway, and we might have a little carrel or something in ther-
"Your secretary gets her own cubicle. You get one of these," and he shoves open the door to a Bay Street office the size of my bedroom with his butt. It seemed like everyone else on the tour was all like, "dang tootin'! That's what I'm talking about!", meanwhile I was thinking about Lionel Hutz telling the judge his shoes won't be ready until Thursday.
It hadn't really dawned on me until right then that actual, serious people are going to be asking me stuff about the way stuff goes, and they'll expect me to actually know some shit. I turned in a stack of resumés today, and if the numbers are any indication, I've got a good shot at working at one of those big shiny towers if I really wanted to.
So, sometime in the next month I'm going to have to figure out --- do I want to? It'll kill off my student debt pretty damn quick, but that might not be the only thing I lose. Decisions, decisions. I figure I won't worry about it until I actually get an offer. Until then, I'm just a broke student with two busted pairs of glasses and an especially pukey cat. |
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