Five Tuesday Tidbits. No Wait, Make that Six.

1) Traffic was a bitch again today. Freeways and streets were closed again. Why? Oh, you know, so our asshole President could get out of town. Fine with me. I thought the Valley reeked of corruption and stupidity anyhow....

2) I dreamt last night that I worked for a super-evil defense attorney that sits across the table in one of our cases. I despise this woman and have spent hours pouring over discovery motions and responses in an effort to get her Bench-Slapped. In my dream, we are driving to court preparing to argue one of these motions. Looking ahead, she very quietly tells me "we really don't have any legal authority to stand on." I turn, face her and say in a strong voice full of stone-cold determination: "But we will win." Eeeeeww. I dream of being a slimy defense attorney.

3) My favoritest, favoritest person from law school is super-liberal Environmental Fundamentalist (EF). EF was that one student in every law school that raises her hand 5 times per class and goes off about tangential policy matters. This bugged a lot of people. I loved it, because her engagement with professors created a Socratic-Shield for the people sitting behind, in front of and on her sides. I never got called on. I think EF is about to sell-out and work for a defense firm in San Francisco. This makes me sad. But it is hard to balance idealistic notions, law school loans and an expensive, but cute, fashion habit.

4) I was followed for about 3 miles today all the way to the 8th floor of the parking garage at my work. I pulled in and heard someone trotting towards me. She had seen my license plate frame, which reads "Boalt Hall School of Law." Apparently there aren't many of us in Phoneix and when you see a fellow Boaltie, you chase them. I completely understand. She is working at an incredibly successful firm located on the floors above us. In the elevator, I mention that her firm rejected me when I interviewed during 2004 OCIP. Awkward look of surprise. She replies that the firm usually runs Boalt Applicants by her. I joked that I was high that day, and maybe that came through during the interview. Big smile. She responds that I should come to her office and talk sometime. I was flattered. Again, I felt the firy urge to sell out. Their associates make twice as much as I do. But I really don't want to be the Lex described in the above #2.

5) I love My Banker. I hate my bank. I overdrew my account by $70 and almost got stuck with $250 worth of fees. Turns out my bank has a super-screwy way of retroactively pinging people for purchases that appear to be covered by available funds. My Banker proceeded to explain, and I subsequently failed to understand. My Banker then proceeded to risk her ass and talk to her manager about the problem. And it worked. Oh Thank God. Banks are like the DMV - they have these strange screens with numbers and codes and you just get lost in the insanity. Fear of math is why I went to law school.

6) The Boss just came back from a meeting with the pastor of a local church whose congregation is overwhelmingly composed of members of minority groups. All of this post was already written except for this part. The Boss' has committed to working with the local churches in an effort to create a legal program for low-income minorities who experience difficulty/distrust with the legal system and yet are oftentimes the very people who are most likely to receive sub-standard medical care, police treatment, etc. The Boss is very, very excited about this. For all the right reasons. This makes my earlier toying with the idea of running upstairs in the dollar chase very easy to disregard.