Having successfully drawn the ire of water conservationists, I decided to move on to the arborists today. I'm working on a monster of a project at work, canvassing certain kinds of cases across all eleven federal circuits, gathering opinions, orders, pleadings, and the like to develop a litigation strategy. If it isn't yet apparent, although I am certain it is, lawyers and judges generally are not short-winded communicators. A number of the documents I collected were nearly 900 pages in length, just as an example. Today I finally finished compiling, printing, hole punching, and organizing the research by circuit and case. I don't think the karma of destroying so many trees in one swoop has caught up with me yet, as I made it through the process without one paper cut. Maybe the karma will materialize with an unfortunately timed fallen tree. We shall see. Rather, maybe the karma is my next task: I have to read through it all. Regardless, so sorry for the carbon footprint everyone . . . my bad.
Friday, June 24, 2011
June 23, 2011
It is a testament to our personalities that we managed to have a pleasant evening at our girls' sushi happy hour tonight. We've been to Kenichi before and had a great time with wonderful rolls, seemingly bottomless sake bombs, and perfectly great service. Tonight, however, was simply bizarre. Before the others showed up, three of us ordered drinks, yet only two came; it seemed the waiter had simply ignored Kate's order. Recognizing these things happen, we moved on with the evening. However, as we ordered our sushi, the waiter, again, seemed to be oblivious to Kate sitting at the table and had to be flagged down to take her order. One would think this would jar him into being more attentive, but this was not the case: he never put Kate's order in at the sushi bar. The entire ordeal was incredibly strange and we can't quite figure out the basis of it, but we were able to have a great time with another in spite of the oversights. Needless to say, however, we'll be choosing a different sushi spot for the next girls' night out. Uchi, anyone?
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