Archive for August, 2007

coup

Glad to hear there was a good ol’ fashioned PUTSCH! in the old stomping grounds.   So now this means there is a job opening.  Which is nice timing because I am looking for a job too.  Firms are having trouble seeing that I am a bright person bursting with wit and creativity, an earnest, honest creature actually pleasant to work with.    I’m not saying I am giving up on the Great Crab Law Quest of 2007, but at what point amidst the mounting rejections does a guy stop asking girls to the prom, and realize that he is probably spending Prom Night at home with a deck of Magic cards…

This is me, putting the ’scour’ in ‘discouraged’ .

i love lamp

lamp

new outlook on interviews

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dance

I wonder what it takes to be light on the toes.  With nary a blush, I submit to you a compilation of notable clips from the defiantly-titled “So You Think You Can Dance”  dance competition television show.

interviews

If you think I am awkward around girls, small children, and pets, you should see me with hiring partners.  Oof.  This is going to be a long recruitment season.

last day

This series of emails on my last day summarizes half of my summer experience fairly well.

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bugs do it

bugs do it - 3

Why do I get deja vu when I look at this photo?

accidents happen

burned

From a recent hiking trip. Yes, I am still alive, thanks. No bears spotted, but we did find bear scat. Still warm; and he had been eating berries.

last softball game

In my last week at Dickerson & Dodds, we had another softball game.  Donald Dickerson (the DICKERSON in Dickerson & Dodds) had flown in from the LA office, was visiting, and decided to participate.

No, I did not bean the named partner of our firm, thank you very much.  I did hear him mutter to the other partners, “Who is that emphatically un-athletic young man on our team?”

Cross your fingers for an invite back next year.

aw, just

Yes, it is Self-Affirmation Month here at Selfish Crab.

loveboat

If my Love Life were a ship, then it would be a lost vessel adrift at sea, captained by the blind, manned by the lame.

it’s bad

Boy, if you think I am awkward around girls, you should see me interact with small children or pets. No, really.