Juice Prepares to Sell Soul to Highest Bidder

Hi, friends. Let's see...everything is good. Yesterday, feeling drained of every resource I ever had, I went to school to complete and turn in my resume packages, 12 of them. I stuck around until 2 p.m. for a meeting with the professor I work for and had a long conversation in which my main contribution was "uh huh....yup....uh huh..." After this, I headed straight home and went to bed at 4 p.m. until 7 this morning. Then I got up, checked blogs for a half hour, and went back to bed until 11. I'm feeling ok now.

I'm soooooo glad those resume packages are done. That sort of thing is just not my style, man. I much prefer to sit around in coffee shops and wait for the jobs to come to me. Alas, things are getting a bit more sophisticated. Many props to Sarah for super resume help, to my sweetie-pie husband for creating a neat-o identity package for me to lay out my resume and letterhead and for staying up super late because I was being all persnickity about it, and to Greg for getting up at 5:30 Friday morning to edit my cover letter after I experienced severe brain drought. I didn't intend to leave it all to the last minute, I swear...have just been so busy, busy. So anyway, it's over. I put all the packages in their respective slots by the 2 p.m. deadline and walked away with a sinking feeling that there was some glaring grammar mistake on one of the pieces. (That's totally normal).

So, homework for the rest of the weekend, and a busy but fun week next week. Highlights: 8th Circuit Court of Appeals argument at my school, lunch with panel of 8th circuit judges, recruiting conference at hoity-toity law firm, and talking to officer about speeding ticket, which I have successfully pushed off for two months. So as you can see, I have several outfits to think about.

Oh, and I don't really think I'm selling my soul. In fact, as Greg pointed out, it would just be a lease with an option to buy. So please tell Matt and Geoff to stop picking on me.