Or at least, I sure hope so. This article in today’s NYT about fortuitous meetings leading to job offers resonated with me. I have had some very fortunate chance meetings lately, and I can only hope that the stars are aligning in my favor. Keep your fingers crossed for me and send some good karma my way!
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A Solid Saturday
Yesterday was everything a Saturday should be. I slept late, cleaned up my apartment, had Jon and Sarah over for brunch (a delicious mushroom fritatta, if I do say so myself), read the paper, napped on the couch, worked out, went out, saw friends, met new people. Couldn’t really ask for much else. All in all, a solid Saturday.
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Guilty As Charged
I am guilty of quite a few of these, probably over 50% if my oh-so-scientific calculations are correct. [via Lindsayism]
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Is Blogging Good or Bad for Your Career?
There’s some question out there about the impact of one’s blog on one’s career or job search. Last weekend, the AP ran an article about folks who were fired because of their blogs. Now let me just say for the record that if you’re going to a) pose provocatively in your work uniform, or b) trash your employer on your blog, you probably should have given that some serious thought beforehand.
As for me, I will always assume that my boss, my family, work colleagues, future employers, and any past, present, or future romantic interests are going to be reading this thing, and I write my content accordingly. I can’t imagine that it anything here would be damaging to any current or future employers, but as someone in the process of a job search, I will admit, I was a bit scared when I heard a story from a law firm recruiting coordinator recently. She mentioned that her firm had recruited a pack of potential summer associates, and then someone in her recruiting department Googled the candidates and one of them "belonged to this thing called ‘blogspot’ — has anyone heard of this? It’s an online personal diary! Can you believe that?! Who would put their personal lives up in public like that?!" So they ended up nixing that particular candidate.
If you Google me, this blog comes up, but then again, so does Gothamist Food, and things I’ve written for Pro Bono Net. Blogging is listed on my resume as one of my hobbies. I don’t write anything here particularly personal or racy, and certainly nothing offensive, and I have no intention of giving it up, so I’ll take my chances. In fact, there are some out there that thing that blogging is good in terms of your job. I have to say, I agree. Among other things, it is great for keeping the creative juices flowing and helps you make contacts. Just keep some common sense guidelines, like I do, and everyone should be happy.
What do you think, gang?
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I’m Cranky Today — Can You Tell?
Courtesy of Hugh at Gaping Void
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22 Pounds of Lusciousness. Gone.
I’m sure you can imagine the thoughts going through my head when Rob IM’d me about Bubba, the 22-pound lobster discovered in Nantucket. And then, my dismay when Bubba died after a few days in his new home in Pittsburgh (shocker). Can you imagine the lobster rolls? ! Sigh. -
Monday, Monday*
Recovering from a weekend in DC — I went down for the annual Pro Bono Institute conference. I had a great time schmoozing and boozing with my 
fellow pro bono cronies. Thanks to Carrie, Ian, and Genevieve (the peanut on the left) for hosting cocktails in their room, and thanks to Rochelle for going to the Supreme Court with me (even though we were dreadfully late). Got to spend time with Christopher (pictured at right), which was lovely, and also was fortunate enough to get some time in with Ryan, who took us to the Curry Club, where we got to chat with the owner. Saturday was an u
tterly lazy day, although we did manage to make it to the gym, but the evening w
as more lively, when Brian (on the left) and Caitlin (on the right) joined us for dinner at Kaz Sushi Bistro for some utterly sublime toro, and then on to 51st State (for the third night in a row) for waaaay too many cocktails. Thankfully we were able to recover over brunch. Extra thanks to Brian for schlepping in from Charlottesville and to Christopher for the hospitality.Today was job hunting, followed by a quick workout and then meeting my oldest (not in age, but in number of years we’ve known each other) friend Ali at Otto (not pictured — believe it or not I left my camera home that night and my cameraphone certainly wouldn’t have done her justice). My fridge is full of good food from Fresh Direct, so I’m good to go for the week. The coffeemaker is loaded and ready to brew at 8:30 a.m. And now — bedtime. I’m pooped.
* Yes, the brain may be fried at the moment, so that’s all I could think of, but I’ve always loved that song.
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Six Degrees of Laren
Some folks think that I know everybody, and I’ll admit, I do know quite a large number of people. I also try to do my best to keep in touch with people I’ve met over the years, even if it’s not as frequently as I’d prefer. This fall, when I went out to the beach house in Kismet, my friend Katie and I somehow realized that we both knew Ben — she through her parents and I through working with him at Anderson Kill. The other night, we finally pulled the three of us together, along with Ben’s girlfriend Lillian, who currently works there. I hadn’t seen Ben in a number of years, and it was great to catch up and to meet Lillian, who shares my dislike for goat cheese. I took them to Otto (of course), and Bill was kind enough to point out the goat cheese on our cheese plate so that we wouldn’t stumble across it by mistake (thanks, Bill!). I’m looking forward to hanging out with them again — hopefully it’ll only take weeks rather than years this time.
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My Life, As Highlighted Through the Google Searches That Bring People Here
- one time at band camp
- crazy shit
- tipping doormen
- sweet boobies
- sweet booty
- sweet emails
- sweet love letters
- committment-phobic men
Yep. That about sums it up.
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So Hard to Choose
I’m really not sure which I enjoy more: being told how perfect I am for a job and then not being able to get it due to the dinosaur-like progress and politics in law firms or being told what a good catch I am yet remaining perpetually single. Okay — it’s a toss up between those two and PMS. Close call.
