blah work blah diddy blah

i'm officially on vacation. just got into chicago. home sweet home!

work keeps me busy. busy reading all the books that i own that i've never gotten around to reading. i'm on a non-fiction kick.

i was hired to do document review. i sift through documents online looking for anything that might be privileged. documents come to us from some mythical place after being reviewed by other people for other causes for tons of different plaintiff's lawyers. lately, we've run out of documents by 10:30 and won't see any again before we leave. that means i get paid roughly $120 to read the NY Times cover to cover every day. another $60 to go through the daily news, the post, and times crossswords with a few other people. i get paid $27 to listen to ellen everyday (my radio also lets me listen to the basic television stations). listening to television is weird. ellen had a green screen on her show last week and half the jokes focused on whatever it was that was being played on the screen, so needless to say, i was a bit lost.

daily banter is of the water cooler variety. fantasy football, paris hilton returning to the boy store one shipping heir for another (this time, one with a different name, thank god), the variety of chef's knives available at williams-sonoma and other pressing matters of the day.

re: boys...nothing exciting on that front. there are some decently good looking guys there but i have a strict policy to not "shit where i eat" and never have a problem standing by it. i will say, however, that the big boss man over there is kinda dopey, but decent looking and youngish (i'd say 34) and SANS wedding ring (though i've not yet investigated g/f status). most people are intimidated by him, law office bullshit hierarchy and whatnot, but i'm not a slave to that (at least not yet). we've been doing some light bonding over our love for david sedaris and common chicago roots. for the meantime, i'm entertained by his cuteness but don't try too hard. i have crosswords to do. a girl's gotta have priorities!

so relieved about the bar exam. i literally didn't sleep the night before and thought i might throw up as i was logging into the system. i read the "congratulations phrase about 5 times. logged out, logged back in and read it another 3 times before i felt safe to call anyone to talk about it. i didn't start hearing from law school people until early evening as we were all afraid to call in case one of us hadn't made it through. now all i have to do is get through the absolutely ridiculous hoop-jumping process known as the "bar admission application" before you can all refer to me as jazz...in strange places, Esq.