August 21, 2011

Do you walk into your office to find bottles of bourbon?  Because apparently, I do.  Before heading to Houston, I stopped at the Journal office to get a few things done for articles, staff, work, clerkships, and the start of the new semester.  Little did I expect to walk into my office and find myself greeted by this massive bottle of Bulleit Bourbon, courtesy of my predecessor.  Rachel has hinted at the stresses of my particular position, but this has really made the point more than words ever could.  I'm thinking I'll treat the use of my new security blanket as I might treat Advil:  don't use it unless absolutely necessary.  I'm a fan of the strong spirits, but I'm thinking Bulleit might have me sidelined if I'm not careful.  Many thanks to Rachel for an unfortunately apt gift to begin the new semester!

August 20, 2011

Acting as the punctuation mark of a wonderfully long vacation is the pile of laundry that forms after unpacking my bags.  I know I packed half of my closet for the five day trip, but I really don't remember wearing most of those clothes.  I'm confused as to how I have a topplingly full basket, as well as a basketless pile of laundry right next to it.  My return from San Juan conveniently coincides with a quick trip to Houston, which is where my mom's washing machine and dryer also live.  Rather than having to schlep all of this to the laundry room at my apartment, hoping the machines aren't taken and people aren't thieving, I threw my laundry in the back of Brutus for tomorrow's trip to Houston.  Within three short hours, this behemoth of a pile of laundry will be washed, dried, and folded.  Convenience at its finest!