In my past, It's been said that I'm dramatic... That I'm a shyt starter. In analyzing my present, I kinda disagree. I think I'm very anti-drama. I believe that many situations that have blown out of proportion has done so because the OTHER person has issues; not me... (Though I have had my irrational moments...)
Anyway, I know that right now (and beginning sometime around ehhh, May or so), I totally do not have the patience to argue with people. Like maybe I'll engage in witty banter, or jokingly argue about insignificant things... But if it comes to something that really makes a difference in my life, I'm not going to argue.
I don't know if it's indicative of my ever-increasing maturity, or whatever, but I just feel like, if I disagree with someone about something really important, and if I'd have to go back and forth to try to get them to see things my way, I no longer care if they agree. I just won't argue with them... It's a total waste of time to me, especially when I know I'm dealing with a closed-minded individual who just REFUSES to understand my perspective anyway, and more than likely IS being dramatic and irrational, trying to get a rise out of me while looking incredibly foolish because they're the ones who are doing too much.
I see how the attorneys I work for bill at between $250 and $500 an hour. I thought this was a bit much until I analyzed it. They feel that they do valuable work and should charge accordingly. So if a client calls and they spend an hour on the phone going back and forth with the client because that client refuses to take their word as gold and let them do the job they've hired us for, then the client will just waste valuable time; and time is money.
This is the perspective I've adopted into my own life... I don't argue with anyone. I let them talk crazy, work themselves up into a tizzy, and I bow out gracefully. I've found that this pisses them off more than if I had responded. I look at it this way: though I'm not yet a successful, millionaire attorney (and though I haven't even decided which law school I'm going to attend to GET me to that point) I still consider my beliefs, opinions, and ideas of high value. I choose to exhibit patience when the other person is being irrational and just wants to pick a fight or blow off some steam. I've pissed more than a couple of people off in the past year by telling them "Argue with yourself". Because seriously, time is money, and in my mind, you REALLY can't afford the effort I would have to exert to pretend that I care about the hissy fit you're going to throw when I completely dismiss you...
Now, if you're willing to pay me a substantial hourly rate to watch and listen to you make a fool of yourself, be my guest. I take cash and PayPal. I don't trust enough to accept personal checks.
Now to keep this in mind when I have my meeting with the ex-bff tomorrow afternoon at 3:30... I'll let you guys know if she's still lying...
Showing posts with label law school. Show all posts
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Esq., anyone?
So Saturday night around 9:30 I'm extra pissed b/c my friend was not only late coming to get me b4 going out, but she wasn't even dressed!
(Meaning I had sat in my tight skinny jeans and tighter corset (the only way the jeans were EVER getting buttoned) a full 30 minutes longer than I had anticipated while waiting on her!
We had to go back to her house while I waited until she dressed and said goodbye to her 10 year old daughter who was throwing her usual temper tantrum that springs up every time her mother begins getting dressed to go out. By the time we got to the club, it was 11:03 and we definitely weren't getting in free anymore.
(My cheap @$$... Not really. I just have other things I'd rather do with my money than pay $20 to stand around in 3.5 inch heels and look pretty while avoiding eye contact with people I KNOW I just graduated with not 9 months ago. I'm the type of person, who, if I didn't like/talk to your butt in college, why the heck should I wave at you out in public away from school, just because I recognize your face? People from the alma mater are every where! I get sick of seeing them.)
Anyway, the good thing is, it was a nice, classy, upscale place. Most of the guys weren't even wearing jeans. There were a couple of cuties (an anomaly because I almost never... NEVER see anyone I'm remotely attracted to anymore...)
I dont think many people in there were under 25, which was great, b/c I'm so over the just turned 21 crowd that has completely turned me off of the club scene in Chicago.
At one point, my friend and I are at the bar ordering drinks, when this guy offers to get them for us (great, cuz I woulda been pissed if I'd paid $20 cover AND had to buy my own drinks.) The good thing is he told us to keep going back if we wanted and that he'd put it on his tab.
Of course I was drunk out of my mind. I already don't have any type of alcohol tolerance, b/c I barely drink hard liquor or mixed drinks anymore... (I'm an official wino). 3 French martini's and a tequila sunrise later, my friend and I are talking to some guy and his friend who are all in our faces... while I'm trying to figure out how to tell the guy who's all up in MY face without insulting him that I'm much more interested in his tall, attractive friend in the hat...
Michael Jordan walks in... I look up, and we're like nose-to nose. (Shut up... I know I'm only 5'2, but I had heels on, and I was sitting on a tall bar chair... okay... his nose was still like a foot and a half from mine... So we were more like nose-to-bellybutton... And yes, I know that the heels don't really count if I was sitting ANYWAY... did I already say shut up?) Anyway, my drunk self taps him on his chest, waves, and gives him this huge smile while saying "Hi, MJ" like he's just some dude from down the block. After he returned my greeting, I just turned around, but my friend (who's from Florida) was mesmerized so she keeps saying over and over "I just was THIS close to Michael Jordan".
Bored with her star-struck antics, and having lost the will and coordination required to move my feet in order to pursue Tall Hat Guy, I turn to my blackberry.
Through my blurry vision, I see an email from a rival family law firm, which just so happens to sponsor the family law center at my #2 choice law school... I rip open the email (is that possible?), and scroll through the ridiculously long recipient list (haven't they heard of 'bcc'?) to find the words "Dear Admitted Student,"!
I didn't even read the remainder of the email because I instantlybegan to jump up and down like an excited 3 year old (or a 27 year old from Florida who just saw Michael Jordan in person for the first time ever,) and told my friend, who jumped with me for a few seconds, and then said "No, for real that's great congratulations....but I can't believe I was just face-to-face with Michael Jordan!"
I then left my friend and proceeded to tell everyone in the club who would listen that I just got accepted into law school and they didn't, INCLUDING the dude in the hat who I was eying.... Definitely told him "I just got accepted into law school. I'm gonna be an attorney in 3 years, so you need to be trying to get to know me!"
I guess all the excitement excited my stomach, because I don't quite remember how I arrived at the front of the long line into the women's restroom, but spent the next 10 minutes hugging the toilet bowl alone in a single bathroom...
The next thing I remember is the guy whose fault it was that I became more intimately acquainted with cold porcelain than I would have liked paid the valet parking fee for my friend and I, and then he and his friend took my friend and I out to breakfast. (I mean, no matter what you're eating, what else can you call it if you're eating it at 4:30 in the morning... Definitely haven't done that since I went to the alma mater for the alumni reunion weekend a few months ago... Late night food.... Good times.) The friend was nice. Decent looking... He'd have to cut his beard for me to take him seriously... And he was kinda squishy... The last two guys I've actually had feelings for had some pretty nice bodies... I'm not so sure I wanna settle... But I exchanged numbers with him b/c he hadn't done anything insulting and they were cool company at the restaurant.
Despite the brief moment of "motion sickness" I experienced, I got to drink to my heart's content, AND got free food on top of it... That was the icing on the cake... it was officially a saturday night well-spent!
4 Free drinks, acceptance into my #2 choice law school, (and what makes it even BETTER is that my acceptance letter which came in the mail tonight says that they're giving me $15k a year in grant money! Yaaaayyy me! God is amazing... Even when I'm hugging a toilet in a nightclub ridiculously drunk and probably don't deserve it) AND a free meal of greasy diner food to absorb some of the alcohol! I slept well and didn't even throw up when I went to sleep!
(But getting out of bed for church the next morning was not the easiest thing to do...) :-)
(Meaning I had sat in my tight skinny jeans and tighter corset (the only way the jeans were EVER getting buttoned) a full 30 minutes longer than I had anticipated while waiting on her!
We had to go back to her house while I waited until she dressed and said goodbye to her 10 year old daughter who was throwing her usual temper tantrum that springs up every time her mother begins getting dressed to go out. By the time we got to the club, it was 11:03 and we definitely weren't getting in free anymore.
(My cheap @$$... Not really. I just have other things I'd rather do with my money than pay $20 to stand around in 3.5 inch heels and look pretty while avoiding eye contact with people I KNOW I just graduated with not 9 months ago. I'm the type of person, who, if I didn't like/talk to your butt in college, why the heck should I wave at you out in public away from school, just because I recognize your face? People from the alma mater are every where! I get sick of seeing them.)
Anyway, the good thing is, it was a nice, classy, upscale place. Most of the guys weren't even wearing jeans. There were a couple of cuties (an anomaly because I almost never... NEVER see anyone I'm remotely attracted to anymore...)
I dont think many people in there were under 25, which was great, b/c I'm so over the just turned 21 crowd that has completely turned me off of the club scene in Chicago.
At one point, my friend and I are at the bar ordering drinks, when this guy offers to get them for us (great, cuz I woulda been pissed if I'd paid $20 cover AND had to buy my own drinks.) The good thing is he told us to keep going back if we wanted and that he'd put it on his tab.
Of course I was drunk out of my mind. I already don't have any type of alcohol tolerance, b/c I barely drink hard liquor or mixed drinks anymore... (I'm an official wino). 3 French martini's and a tequila sunrise later, my friend and I are talking to some guy and his friend who are all in our faces... while I'm trying to figure out how to tell the guy who's all up in MY face without insulting him that I'm much more interested in his tall, attractive friend in the hat...
Michael Jordan walks in... I look up, and we're like nose-to nose. (Shut up... I know I'm only 5'2, but I had heels on, and I was sitting on a tall bar chair... okay... his nose was still like a foot and a half from mine... So we were more like nose-to-bellybutton... And yes, I know that the heels don't really count if I was sitting ANYWAY... did I already say shut up?) Anyway, my drunk self taps him on his chest, waves, and gives him this huge smile while saying "Hi, MJ" like he's just some dude from down the block. After he returned my greeting, I just turned around, but my friend (who's from Florida) was mesmerized so she keeps saying over and over "I just was THIS close to Michael Jordan".
Bored with her star-struck antics, and having lost the will and coordination required to move my feet in order to pursue Tall Hat Guy, I turn to my blackberry.
Through my blurry vision, I see an email from a rival family law firm, which just so happens to sponsor the family law center at my #2 choice law school... I rip open the email (is that possible?), and scroll through the ridiculously long recipient list (haven't they heard of 'bcc'?) to find the words "Dear Admitted Student,"!
I didn't even read the remainder of the email because I instantlybegan to jump up and down like an excited 3 year old (or a 27 year old from Florida who just saw Michael Jordan in person for the first time ever,) and told my friend, who jumped with me for a few seconds, and then said "No, for real that's great congratulations....but I can't believe I was just face-to-face with Michael Jordan!"
I then left my friend and proceeded to tell everyone in the club who would listen that I just got accepted into law school and they didn't, INCLUDING the dude in the hat who I was eying.... Definitely told him "I just got accepted into law school. I'm gonna be an attorney in 3 years, so you need to be trying to get to know me!"
I guess all the excitement excited my stomach, because I don't quite remember how I arrived at the front of the long line into the women's restroom, but spent the next 10 minutes hugging the toilet bowl alone in a single bathroom...
The next thing I remember is the guy whose fault it was that I became more intimately acquainted with cold porcelain than I would have liked paid the valet parking fee for my friend and I, and then he and his friend took my friend and I out to breakfast. (I mean, no matter what you're eating, what else can you call it if you're eating it at 4:30 in the morning... Definitely haven't done that since I went to the alma mater for the alumni reunion weekend a few months ago... Late night food.... Good times.) The friend was nice. Decent looking... He'd have to cut his beard for me to take him seriously... And he was kinda squishy... The last two guys I've actually had feelings for had some pretty nice bodies... I'm not so sure I wanna settle... But I exchanged numbers with him b/c he hadn't done anything insulting and they were cool company at the restaurant.
Despite the brief moment of "motion sickness" I experienced, I got to drink to my heart's content, AND got free food on top of it... That was the icing on the cake... it was officially a saturday night well-spent!
4 Free drinks, acceptance into my #2 choice law school, (and what makes it even BETTER is that my acceptance letter which came in the mail tonight says that they're giving me $15k a year in grant money! Yaaaayyy me! God is amazing... Even when I'm hugging a toilet in a nightclub ridiculously drunk and probably don't deserve it) AND a free meal of greasy diner food to absorb some of the alcohol! I slept well and didn't even throw up when I went to sleep!
(But getting out of bed for church the next morning was not the easiest thing to do...) :-)
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