tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67577840315385934142024-03-14T05:18:40.741-05:00Legally numbnumbness: the essence of lifeElizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-23797063417103351562017-11-06T11:50:00.001-05:002017-11-06T11:50:26.203-05:00QuestionsQuestions, indeed.<br />
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This was not an auspicious start. So many days since the last post. Ugh. Well, what are my questions. The first, the one that has been in my mind the most lately is "What is the point in all of it?" Because I have no idea. Maybe I knew what the point was when I was working in science. I felt like I was working toward something, at least adding to something. Now I just feel like I am bobbing along until I am dead. No point, no nothing, really. <br />
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Does there have to be a point? I don't believe in a god, I don't believe in an afterlife. So maybe that is why I struggle, I don't believe that we are here for a reason. Is that okay? Do I need to create a point?<br />
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And why all of the nostalgia lately. I have been wishing to go back so much lately, I am almost surprised I haven't through sheer will. It's that strange sense that I was happier then, things were better then. But that is utter bullshit and I know it. I hated high school and had a hard time in college, all due to undiagnosed ADHD. So I felt stupid all of the time. Etc., etc. <br />
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Going back, does it represent undoing mistakes? Why don't I choose to undo them now, by learning not to do that thing (procrastinate, eat chocolate until I am sick) now and move on? <br />
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I really hate where I am at right now. I am getting older, I am getting sicker, and I do not seem to be doing enough to help the part I can actually do something about. In part, going back means not having to deal with the issues as they are right now. I can start at a better health, a lower weight, knees that work, and a back that doesn't hurt. But I would probably make the same choices and get the same results. Or not, I don't know. But I do know one very important thing. I can't go back, I can never go back. And I need to be okay with that. Somehow. Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-39673329963626160712017-07-05T14:33:00.000-05:002017-07-05T14:33:56.142-05:00Midlife crisis, menopause, or something else entirely? What is going on?After law school, I realized I didn't like practicing law. I tried to go back to research but that door was firmly shut on me. So I work in the legal profession. And sometimes long to go back to science.<br />
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Days and hours have been spent dwelling on regrets, the past, and nostalgia. It hurts, is a waste of time, and the present gets lost.<br />
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A few years ago I started to have panic attacks. Full-blown. I start to shake, my vision goes wonky, my breathing gets rough and my chest hurts. Bouts of depression are becoming frequent.<br />
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In 2014, I had a two-position anterior cervical discectomy and fusion. What that means is that the C5 -C6 were fused AND the C6-C7 were fused, meaning these were cleaned out, the disc removed, bone removed, and the vertebra were fused together.<br />
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In 2017, I had a one position anterior cervical discectomy and fusion at the C3-C4 position.<br />
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My energy levels have crashed, I gain weight easily, and now I have been diagnosed with Type II diabetes.<br />
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My skin is more blotchy than ever, it gets red and angry without the usual triggers.<br />
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And I will be 50 in November 2017. <br />
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The future looks bleak. <br />
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I could let the darkness take me. That would be easy. Become more and more debilitated until the simplest of movements hurts beyond reason. Allow the depression to close on me again. Slog through each day just waiting to get back in bed to sleep.<br />
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I could do that....<br />
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OR I could do something else. <br />
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The following is stated with sarcasm and skepticism. After reading multiple blogs, magazines, and other non-scientific articles, it seems that I can:<br />
-- Pump up my energy with supplements<br />
-- Solve my rosacea through colonic irrigation<br />
-- Get gastric bypass and all my issues will disappear (Kudos to those that got this and did well, I know too many people that have problems for this to be viable for me)<br />
-- Eat my way out of depression<br />
-- And a ton more that I don't want to list.<br />
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OR I could try something new FOR ME: Taking care of myself, everyday.<br />
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Here is the catch: I am almost 50. Over the years, I have said this, I am going to take care of myself. And it ends with nothing. Sometimes I do well for a short period of time, then !BAM! right back to what I was doing before. So why would I think I can do it now? Can people change habits? Are these habits or is how I treat myself ingrained or malleable? What does it take to change? Can change that was initiated outside myself (ex. bribes or a trainer) lead to lasting results?<br />
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Above are just some of the questions I have. I am not about to start yet another blog having to do with weight loss. I want to answer questions about myself, explore research in nutrition, exercise, genetics and biochemistry, and just be. No more "I want to lose XX pounds before YY." No more "I will never eat XX again." No more fighting in my head, no more "bad/good." What I want now is to spend the rest of my life asking questions, about myself, about others, about how we got here, and about how we let go. No shame, no guilt, and no delusions. I am almost 50, I am okay with making progress rather than getting to any particular point. <br />
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The first question I am exploring is: Do I want to do this? And by this, I mean take care of myself. Really taking care of myself is about eating better and choosing more nutritious foods, cooking more and exploring not only techniques but also the science behind cooking and eating, getting up and out or exercising more, not just exercising but adding activity all day long. Taking care of myself involves more than eating and exercise. I am going to explore relaxation/stress reduction, hobbies, social networks, and how I relate to my work/home life. Taking care of myself means looking at my relationships and figuring out how I may be sabotaging them.<br />
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S do I want to do this? Do I want to put in the work? What if I do everything "right" and I still end up decrepit? Or what if after a year, I look in the mirror and thing "that's it?" Can I keep going? Even if I want to do this, do I have the internal ability to keep momentum going? Can I do this and not obsess about weight (really important this does not turn into a weight thing)? <br />
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And if I do want to put in the work, then I need to explore what is holding me back. That is not just a psych question. It is also about the microbiome, current physiological profile, and other factors no one ever discusses. <br />
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Let's say I do want to do this, I am highly motivated. I have to come to some kind of internal acceptance that if I live long enough, I will still be old. <br />
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For today, I want to do this.<br />
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What exactly is this? I will be blogging about current nutritional advice, science, and weirdness. I will be looking at and trying out some of this stuff. I will talk about exercise science, exercising, and complaining about exercising. I will be using myself and my SO (kind of) as guinea pigs and testing new research on us. I am going to really learn to cook. I am going to get outside. And I am going to write down whether I hate it or love it. And I will record all of it here. Or at least most of it. And there might be pictures, maybe.<br />
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Next post: Questions explored.<br />
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<br />Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-68736330689779322602014-10-06T14:47:00.000-05:002014-10-06T14:47:51.909-05:00Time to startStart what? Finding myself, finding what I want to do with my life, find the things/passions that make me tick, finding my purpose, finding my usefulness. People are going to look at me weird. At 46, you are supposed to know these things. You spend your 20's discovering yourself, your 30's having a family and your 40's...what, I don't know.<br />
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I am taking voice lessons. I am now involved in local theater. <br />
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I want to learn to drive a motorcycle and see if I want to buy one. I want to drive a 1967 Mustang. Okay, maybe those are just shallow, mid-life crisis kinds of things. Or maybe they are things that fit with my personality. Wants and desires I have tamped down for 19 years so my ex wouldn't see me as shallow.<br />
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Here is where I will talk about my path. Do all those things to create the life I truly want. I will dream here, share my experiments, be playful, be reckless and fearless, question all my old beliefs, and ignore reality in favor of my own brand of fantasy. My own transformation.<br />
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Why this urgency inside, why am I pushing so hard? Because right now, I am anxious, sad, confused, terrified, unfulfilled. Right now, I hear from people and my own head that I am too old to be doing this, to be searching, to be acting like this, to want or have desires. Right now, I am terrified of making the wrong move, of finding out that I am not good enough or strong enough to actually become the person I want to be, or even being able to financially keep myself alive. Right now, I ache. I sit alone at night, after the family goes to sleep and wonder what the hell happened and how am I ever going to make a life from these scraps.<br />
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And right now, I am grateful. Grateful for this opportunity to discover myself, to pull out my strengths, to find the person I can be inside of me, to build a world where I am creative, beautiful, and wonderful. To find out how to love and be loved by friends, family and lovers. Right now, I am on my knees, with joyful tears in my eyes, praising the universe for sending me here and providing me this time. Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-56722977952572556122014-10-04T14:25:00.000-05:002014-10-04T14:25:35.361-05:00What to talk about?So not going to talk about law or law school. I thought I would start blogging my progress to become a new woman. And to attempt to get my life back on track after a rough decade. <br />
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Learning about myself. I am trying to pay attention to not only the talking going on in my head, but also my emotions, likes, etc., to relearn who I am. You probably have absolutely no reason to want to know this, but I have found the oddest thing. Hard rock music makes me hot, totally. I never really noticed before (how the hell did I not notice?). Even more TMI, I have had a fairly bad sex life for over a decade. Okay, now I am single and I am learning more about this area of my life. And the only I can think of is "I learn this NOW?" I mean, why now? I am not planning on having sex again, possibly ever. I know that I can, but the last decade was so disappointing, I just don't want to deal with the extra baggage. But I love hard rock, so now I spend a significant percentage of every day turned on. The worst part? All these women that talk about not having a libido after menopause? Well, in my family, the women actually get an increase well into the 70's. I think that's why so few of our men live past 70. <br />
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Sharing, it's such a novelty.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-52328543502087335632014-10-02T10:43:00.001-05:002014-10-02T10:43:15.869-05:00Holy Attrition Batman...I am leaving legal work. Why? Why in the world am I leaving a field that I spent 3 years and over 100K to be in? And you know it's the debt that makes me feel the worst about leaving, right? I feel like I should at least stay in long enough that the debt is completely paid. Not happening. After the debacle of the law firm, I tried to stay in the area. Very bad idea for staying in law. Too small of a market, no IP firms, and little IP work. Add to that, anyone with experience is not going to hire a patent attorney with as little experience as I have. I stayed for the husband. <div>
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Well, I am getting a divorce. So I sit back and kind of laugh at the...is that ironic? Maybe. So what am I going to do? Honestly? Spend about a year to two regrouping. Figuring out where to go and what to do from here. Find my purpose and become the person I want to be. I don't want to make any huge decisions now. I have already hit so many. Leave the husband...check. Get out of law...check. </div>
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So now I will work in science, teach and try to maintain my sanity for a bit. Maybe blogging about it will help. A middle-aged woman, newly single, having to deal with everything on my own...Huh, maybe a older Mary Tyler Moore situation is brewing here. I mean, just wait until I start talking about dating and middle-aged sex (if I ever get any). Could be interesting.</div>
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Stay tuned, this might turn out better than I thought.</div>
Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-62621544709297909522012-08-23T12:09:00.000-05:002012-08-23T12:09:08.560-05:00UntouchableWhen you are let go (forced to resign) from a legal position in a smallish town, the folks you knew at that firm stop calling and emailing. It is nothing personal, it is a fact that no one wants to admit. I am now tainted. Others in the legal world are still talking to me, in fact, a few are helping me to get back on my feet. But those I counted among friends, not close but not just acquaintances, are not going to keep in touch. I thought this was a possibility as I left the building. The one that hurts the most is a partner that had been a kind of mentor did not even contact me after it happened. That is simply cowardice on his part. He has nothing to lose to talk to me. Or maybe there was something I did that led to his cutting ties. Ah well, it was not a close relationship so it is not very painful. <br />
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If you have been let go, you understand this. If you have recently been let go, try not to worry about this aspect. It really is not personal. Many of the associates you worked with are afraid. They are afraid of the reason for your departure, afraid that they to may be let go. And they are afraid that if your departure was for personal reasons, if it were known that they were keeping in touch it may lead to partners seeing them as disloyal. Loyalty is important to many attorneys, especially in smaller firms. Unfortunately, loyalty can lead to blind allegiance or loyalty can be interpreted by the higher-ups to mean associates must have a "shut up and take it" attitude. <br />
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And finally, associates are simply busy. I was there, I remember. I barely had time to check in with my husband, much less worry about friends. And that is the saddest part of being an attorney. I did not worry about maintaining contact with friends, even though I did try. But I cancelled so many meet-ups and spent so much time away that I am now having to reestablish my network. Old friends that have been with me for decades are the easiest to repair. Newer ones take more time and nurturing. Now consider if this had been decades instead of 2 years. Think about what an attorney sees when she or he retires later and looks around. Will friends be there, will that spouse, that child remember you? I understand better today than I did a year ago about work-life balance. Work-life balance, sounds so cliched and hackneyed. It's not really work-life balance, in law there is never really a balance. But attorneys need to remember to maintain some semblance of a life outside of the law. Because it is almost impossible to create one after dedicating decades to the law. Friends are harder to make after age 30. Friendships, relationships die without attention, not a violent death, but one of simple neglect coming over a long period of time of little real attention and love. <br />
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Ug, I sound like a weird hippie guru. But all of the above is true. Unfortunately, the ones that will suffer most are women. I am not a typical female. I was a tomboy, a nerd, a women's rights advocate in the 80's and consistently having more "male" tendencies than female. Exhibit A, movies. My husband would be content watching independent films and heading to all the film festivals around the country. Me? If something doesn't blow up in the first 15 minutes, I'm bored. We compromise, one of mine for one of his. Even so, and even though I am not as social as many I know, I also understand that I need companionship outside of my spouse. My husband, not so much. He has me and 2 friends, one of which he sees every 3-4 years and it is always like they have never been apart. Me, I realized that I need friends during my first year as an associate. I needed people around me that loved me for who I am, people I didn't feel in any kind of competition with for projects, accolades, etc. (admit it, you are in competition every day with the other associates, for the more interesting projects and for good attention). <br />
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Anyway, the point of this is that over the next couple of weeks, I am spending as much time as possible repairing any of my damaged friendships, as well as neglected family members. I will not break one engagement, except for illness (really, who wants a friend to show up sick? but then I might be a bit of a germaphobe). I will listen more than I speak. I will ask, I will remember and I will try my best to be the kind of friend that person needs. Oooo, sounds a little stalkerish :0<br />
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Will post more often, now that I have a few things cleared up. Maybe I will even regale you with tales of renovations by a novice (we have a ton of stuff in the basement that could make this house much less 1960's and that's 1960's in not a good way). <br />
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Have a lovely day and call a friend. Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-66859563954936004442012-08-19T19:30:00.001-05:002012-08-19T19:30:24.233-05:00So much, so muchI no longer have my job. I am not going into the details, except it was sudden. I am not unhappy, not really. It is a job. I am grateful that I am of that attitude. I can't imagine if this had happened in science, then I believe I would have rend and worn sack cloth. But now, I am merely resigned.
The good. Time to recuperate, regroup and determine where I wish to go from here. Time to get everything around the house in order. Time to think about whether I want to continue blogging here or anywhere.
The bad. Our budget is blown to smithereens. We moved because of this job, we have serious debt and two households. Rent covers part of the bill in the other state, but we must continue to pay here. And then the student loans. So in toto, I basically have 3 mortgages. Furthermore, this area offers little in my specialty, which was one major reason I was afraid to take this position in the first place, though I had little choice.
But I refuse to be upset about this. I refuse to allow this to worry me. There are so many people's situations that are much worse. Students that left school with no job prospects at all, also laden with student loans. And I am beginning to believe that this may be the best for me. It has forced me to truly think about what I want out of a job. And I can't go back to the kind of work required there. I did not get into this to be involved in law other than IP and I was right. I find corporate law repetitious and dull (and I know plenty of folks out there would hate patent law or pull their hair over the nonsensical complexity of copyrights). I am somewhat more interested in litigation, but do not have the personality for it. As pointed out by others, I am too clinical, wanting to find the right answer and that simply takes far too long.
Here is what you shall find here, if anyone is even still checking this site. I am going to blog about the ups and downs of job hunting, including attempting to create a position (with a place that I believe would be match with my personality pretty darn well). I am going to blog about what it means to go from not worrying about finances to watching every penny that goes out the door (we are already struggling with whether to give up hulu plus and netflix, which only comes to about $16/month, but is still an expense). And I am going to blog about my journey to overcome and use my ADHD to my advantage, rather than continually trying to deny it. It's there, I take medication for it. And now, I can move past that and deal with the everyday issues that have been a constant battle. Part of blogging about ADHD will also be blogging about my health, losing weight and exercise. Turns out exercise and eating right are important parts of taking care of ADHD.
So sit back and have a little helping of Schadenfreude watching a silly little lawyer attempts to win back her pride, confidence and footing in the world (though I hate to tell you, I am not really into self-pity and all that crap) ;) Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-54833809204501487622011-04-03T08:41:00.000-05:002011-04-03T08:41:26.500-05:00What Happened to Working For the WeekendOy it's Sunday. I worked yesterday (a Saturday). I will work today (Sunday). And I feel sorry for myself. JUST KIDDING!!! I have a ton of work and that's a great thing. Getting it out on time is important, to maintain the reputation of a good worker.<br />
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Although I will be an IP lawyer, I perform a number of other legal services (HA, that sounds so prostitutional). Getting through some of these is difficult because of their first time nature. I have many first times. It would be nice to have a second and third so I feel like I know something. At a first-year training, I asked a partner about when we start "knowing" something. I get to look forward to 3 years of discombobulation. <br />
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One day I hope to have a hobby.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-52490391086234424572011-03-30T20:12:00.000-06:002011-03-30T20:12:07.577-06:00The Mother ShipI am in a fairly small office (approx. 20 attorneys). We have a big office in a different city about 2 hours from here. So periodically I climb into my trusty old American car and head on down the road. And there I find a magical place with soda fountains and other wondrous things. People pay for my lunch as if I was a still in law school, still to be wooed. And I get to look out over the city. <br />
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I am so very glad to work in a smaller office. I am sure there are good parts of working in such a large office, but I like my office. I like knowing the people. I like being able to get work from lots of different folks doing lots of different things (okay, ask me if I still like it on days I am bouncing from things I have no clue on). And I like that we are growing but the growth won't keep us from knowing each other. <br />
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Don't think I am some Pollyanna that requires working with "family." Nah. I just like seeing people I know. I like knowing who I can go to. I like knowing what people's attitudes are. I suppose I like creating a comfort zone. And I am getting pretty comfortable so let's hope they don't toss me out any time soon.<br />
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I thought I would have a huge problem becoming vegetarian. So far, not so much. The few times I have slipped, I pretty much was starving and then only ate a little. I can't get the images of the factory farms out of my head. I don't think I will ever be able to get those images out of my head. I don't mind eating meat. Everything eats something else. But I can't be part of the torture of animals. And no flames please. This is my opinion. And if I haven't said anything about it, I happened to watch a couple of documentaries on food about 2 months ago. I made the decision to stop eating meat. I am still eating eggs (get them from a local farmer) and cheese (I pay attention to the ingredients and origin - happy cows or goats). Vegetables are pretty good.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-30791885178094223292011-03-26T19:32:00.000-06:002011-03-26T19:32:51.480-06:00Goals for 2011I am going to confine my blogging here, where I don't feel constrained to always talk about weight and related shit.<br />
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1. Work is going well. I am spending a lot of time on corporate work, but am working into intellectual property. Anyone have any good tips on networking and building relationships with people? I am doing okay, but feel like I need to have a business plan for myself ("The MothaF*** Awesomeness that Is Me Business Plan). The people are still great. I haven't reached the stage where anyone throws off their mask showing the psychopath below (excuse me, I just finished reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Snakes-Suits-When-Psychopaths-Work/dp/0061147893/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1301188624&sr=8-1">Snakes in Suits</a>)<br />
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2. The move has been good (except the husband is still not moved yet). I am in Alabama now. The winter...WAS...FREAKIN'...AWESOME!! Minnesota has tons of great things (well, and then there is MB, ew). But an Alabama winter is so lovely. I got snowed in with 3 inches of snow. Yes, fans, you read that right 3 f'ing inches. Heeehehehehe. So awesome. Okay, okay, the summer is the trade off. Weeks of over 100 degree weather. I love the backyard. The dog can run around out back now. No more getting geared up at 4 in the morning because the dog has the shits. Just open the back door.<br />
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3. I have a two new goals for the rest of 2011!!!! A 5K in May and a half marathon in October. Slow and steady. I can walk them if need be, but I am going to be much more active this year. Me bones es creaky and I am tired of it. Walking up stairs, if I am with someone, I will jabber about anything to cover the noise of my knees. Sounds like dice. First walk/run is tomorrow. Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. I am starting with 3 days. And 2 more days a week to get strong (well, okay, to be able to use a 5lb weight instead of a 1 lb, and throw in a few lunges and squats). And maybe some yoga for idiots since I am as flexible as a brick.<br />
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So do you folks know what a pain in the ass it is to keep up with the changes in the law. Every freakin' day I am hit with a new case I have to take into consideration. I say shenanigans...civil code people, civil code.<br />
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Peace out.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-14534190153635055072011-03-23T19:07:00.000-06:002011-03-23T19:07:03.158-06:00Passed the Patent Bar ExamAnd I am exhausted.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-70619265693420021762011-01-02T22:32:00.000-06:002011-01-02T22:32:18.137-06:00That Empty FeelingThere are days I love my job and a few days when I wonder what the hell possessed me. Last week was really slow and then I got monstrously sick (the hurling kind). So this week was a not so lovefest. About three weeks ago it was a fabulous week. <br />
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Still slow, having a hard time getting through assignments. But I came across an interesting <br />
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How do you do this? Making it look easy means over-prepping. Over-prepping in law is keeping up with case law after hours, reading the bulletins on the Federal Register (that, my friend, takes a chunk of time), and noting the types of assignments I am getting to create a master list of what is required for the repeaters (and keeping track of the unusuals too). In sum, to learn everything possible to be able to pull what I did a few weeks ago. In discussing a client and a patent application, I mentioned a program at the PTO the others were unfamiliar with. After some digging, I put together a way for the client to be a part of this program and the client liked it. Not bad for me, the slow one :)<br />
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Off to finish a really old assignment. Gack.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-31854891169119481202010-12-19T11:43:00.000-06:002010-12-19T11:43:46.281-06:00Working Through MolassesIs it possible to repair an impression?<br />
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I have found that I am slow. I take forever to get research done. It's a remnant from being a researcher and feeling the need to make sure all avenues are investigated. No one said anything, my hours are fine, but I heard a bit from a secondary source. And so I talked to a couple of people. And sure enough, there is a feeling that I take too long for research. <br />
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So now I have to repair my reputation. Is it possible to alter this impression? Any advice would be appreciated.<br />
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And I know I am a first year, all first year's are slow, etc. But this is beyond that. At least two people have told me that they were reticent about giving me a project (even though they did) because of the time I take.<br />
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Thanks.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-16717565267469560062010-12-09T20:30:00.000-06:002010-12-09T20:30:02.644-06:00What's there to say?I can't talk about the work except in generalities. I am tired most of the time and would prefer to sleep. And I am focusing on losing weight. And taking over the world. Or at least my corner of it.<br />
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Eventually, I am going to start posting again. Stay tuned.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-24981946314035521222010-11-06T17:33:00.000-06:002010-11-06T17:33:11.396-06:00Movies_PshawSo how many of you have stopped going to movies, instead looking them up on The Movie Spoiler or Wikipedia? I have. My patience has recently undergone a vast reduction. I wasn't all that patient to begin with and now I can't even go for 2 hours in a movie theater unless there are tons of explosions (or animated..WTH?). <br />
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What has my life become? What next, 30-sec synopsis of TV shows? Reading the end of books first (yeah, okay I have done that)? Oh well, I would rather read the movie most of the time any way. I just saved myself from watching the entirety of "He's Just Not That Into You." <br />
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On the work front, I am learning that people make some initial assumptions about you when they find out you are an attorney. I am a complete science geek. I am interested in everyone's work and can think of nothing better than spending the day listening to a scientist talking about their research. When they find out you are an attorney, some get suspicious about motives. That's okay and not everyone is this way. I would say 1 out of 5 people I talk to are this way. And it's not a bad thing. They don't immediately kick me out or anything. It's just going to take a while for me to convince them that my first interest is their work. There business is secondary.<br />
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People have also been very kind as well. People I know I will not likely work with them have been really great. <br />
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Now to drop tons of weight and become an athlete. Almost every damn attorney in my office (and ALL the women, including the staff) is thin, healthy, and athletic. It's my own self-consciousness, but I would like to not be the odd man out.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-31054212440516189582010-11-02T19:27:00.000-06:002010-11-02T19:27:07.051-06:00English is beyond me todayI must have spent over an hour reading a paragraph in a restrictive covenant. It wasn't even legalese. I couldn't focus. <br />
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So does anyone have any ideas on how to deal with focusing issues? I have moments like this and there are days I don't want to record billing because I am unsure if me attempting to relearn English qualifies as work for a client (kidding).Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-82060350024784932052010-10-31T18:19:00.000-06:002010-10-31T18:19:55.605-06:00Sleep for a couple of days pleaseI want to sleep for a few days. I am pathetic. I have been working for only 10 weeks (approximately). And I already want a long vacation weekend to sleep. I need more exercise.<br />
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Remember all those people yelling about nutrition and exercise, etc. It's especially important for a young associate.<br />
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And I have a neighborhood full of kids, but no trick-or-treaters yet (7:15). I bought gobs of candy so all of it is going to the office tomorrow.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-87934898479758025792010-10-30T16:48:00.001-05:002010-10-30T16:48:48.851-05:00The downside to this jobI am working at home instead of going to a Halloween party. It's kind of my fault. I was so scattered last week that I am behind in a couple of things that I need to get out by Monday. So weekend working is the way to go.<br />
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Alternatively, I am in PJ's and not showering. So all is not lost.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-29388219869743062132010-10-24T10:32:00.000-05:002010-10-24T10:32:00.938-05:00Long hours makes me fat and pimplySo those of you that know me or read this, know I am already overweight, well fat. But my weight had started going down over the summer. Now I am struggling to hold on to the loss and expand (subtract) on that. But my office is against me, they are all against me. <br />
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Candy in all the offices.<br />
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Doughnuts in the kitchen.<br />
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Pizza to help us get through the evening. Or sandwiches. Or chips. Or greasy Chinese.<br />
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I feel gross. I feel tired and not from overwork. I feel ick. <br />
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How do the attorneys in my office stay so trim, fit, clear-eyed, and well, clear skinned? How do they eat well and seem never to be all that tired?<br />
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And how is it that I can be this smart (don't laugh, my mom told me I was smart) and still eat crap, ignore exercise and ignore my health. That's the conundrum. When you look at the statistics, I should be thin, healthy and athletic. Well-educated combined with career choices. But nnnnnooooooo. <br />
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To work long hours, really put those hours in the billable column, I need to have a radical change in attitude. Your health is so important. And being older, I can't just function on adrenaline, coffee and cigarettes any more (no worries, I don't smoke any more). <br />
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And my skin looks like hell. <br />
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Yes, I am shallow. My skin bothers me more than the burgeoning heart attack.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-83064889423993134882010-10-20T22:50:00.000-05:002010-10-20T22:50:09.815-05:00What the hell is up with this mole?Okay, I really think that I am becoming a troll. A huge zit on my neck, my freakin' neck, on the side. My face is getting redder, blotchy. Broken blood vessels on my nose and cheeks. Dark circles. And now moles. One on my neck growing in leaps and bounds. Two just appeared on my jawline. <br />
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It's time that I sat my parents down and asked what the hell!!! I mean, why am I becoming a troll. Is it some bizarre pact they made with the devil to be comfortably middle-class. They really shot low. <br />
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I am having one of the ugliest days I have had in a long time. I think it's time to find a cosmetic dermatologist to do lots of things to my face and neck.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-3123985926106967142010-10-02T09:13:00.000-05:002010-10-02T09:13:33.253-05:00Why a Start-Up Company REALLY Needs Intellectual Property Advice From the BeginningThe biggest surprise of being an attorney (I passed the bar, so I am an attorney now!!), which it shouldn't have been, is that people do not think of so many issues when it comes to their own businesses. My example is going to come from the inventor's perspective.<br />
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A person, scientist or engineer, develops a great idea, truly something revolutionary. They find the money, either from a private investor, a bank (HA!!), or family and friends. They put together a business, rent space, hire help, file taxes. And along the way they do not set up a way to actually protect their intellectual property. The issue is, they do not need to immediately file for patent protection. But they do need to figure out a way to keep things secret. And for academics they really need to NOT PUBLISH A PAPER on the issue. <br />
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There are ways they can do this. And if they would take a few minutes with an IP attorney, doesn't have to be a patent attorney, just someone that knows about licensing, employment contracts and nondisclosure agreements. <br />
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Okay, so if you are developing a new business you aren't usually flush with cash. I just wish that these folks understood that the money spent now could save them from basically losing everything later. The consequences of making mistakes at the beginning can lead to:<br />
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1. An employee taking your IP <br />
2. An inability to get a patent<br />
3. Reverse engineered out from under you (which is not illegal)<br />
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And the ultimate ending is that you are sitting there, having completed all the research and development, put in the sweat time, and you have bupkiss.<br />
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I have seen the results twice now and each time I almost want to cry. Just imagine for a minute what that person (and you) feels like coming into your office and you have to tell them that there is little you can do. It sucks a lot.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-38161712735505935052010-09-15T20:25:00.000-05:002010-09-15T20:25:42.561-05:00My 200th post...I didn't really think it would lastI just noticed that this will be my 200th post. The problem is I have nothing profound to say. What I was planning on blogging about is whether or not I can take over the world in the next 30 years. I figure at 73 I am going to want to retire. I mean think of all the folks that have a head start. <br />
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I am starting small. I figure I can sew up this town in about 1.5 years. Now the state is going to be a little harder. But with a few allies, I believe that is another 7. Southeast - 15. Yeah, the world is unlikely. I suppose I will be happy with my corner of the universe.<br />
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Me, coming to a corner near you.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-70374163258849763652010-09-08T20:57:00.000-05:002010-09-08T20:57:31.143-05:00What to expect from being a first year associate...first 3 weeksDay 1 - oh god, no one is giving me work. So few people have stopped by to say hello, I must be going to be shoved out soon.<br />
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Day 2 - AAAAAAAAA, I totally f'ed up that motion, good lord, they are going to fire me.<br />
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Day 3 - Wut? Busy, busy busy<br />
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Day 4 through 19 - busy busy busy. <br />
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First weekend, at the office, panicking because I have no idea what I am doing. I have to be committing legal malpractice. Okay, they are actually reviewing everything, not just tossing me in. Oh wait, no one is telling me what I am doing wrong...wait, no really, you, wait up, what did I do wrong...all of it? Oh, okay. Thanks for the feedback. <br />
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Second weekend, in a complete coma on the couch, crap I really have work to do, I should get to that, dear god let me just nap.<br />
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First 2.5 weeks in a nutshell. I LOVE IT.<br />
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And you are never, ever going to hear me say I wish I was back in law school. I love this, I am learning and putting all this to work and really DOING something. I don't care how busy I am, this is oh so much better than school. Excuse me, I need sleep.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-47501961929454607322010-09-04T14:47:00.000-05:002010-09-04T14:47:58.854-05:00Holy BeejeesusTwo weeks at work. Not at a huge law firm. Yet, this is my first weekend with some time. <br />
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Yay for work. Yay for a payday. Boo for not getting much time to move in. The house is still only partially unpacked.<br />
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Yay for having someone over for dinner tonight. <br />
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I am tired of having so little time to get things done. This will change once DH has relocated. I hope he won't be long.<br />
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More news to come.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-34920578854377985462010-08-07T08:04:00.000-05:002010-08-07T08:04:27.211-05:00SOOOOO LAZYWow, it's one week since I returned from Bar land and I have been really lazy, given the whole "I gotta move in 10 days" issue. And our moves are usually difficult. I forget how long it takes to pack 4 rooms of books (around 100 boxes, give or take). I forget about the basement and garage until the night before (can I rely on that being the reminder). And I hate packing. But since I am at home during the day and DH is not, I am stuck with it. That or having a raging bonfire in the backyard that DH would totally freak over (though he would get over it).<br />
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But lazy is good. The one day that I spent doing absolutely nothing was divine. It started around 8:30 am (mmmm, 10 hours sleep), proceeded to the couch where numerous Netflix videos were consumed, and didn't end until 11 PM when I shuffled off to bed. The only time I was vertical was to get eats, drinks, and bathroom breaks. Wish I could do it again.<br />
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Today will be busy. It is 8 am and I have started culling books and clothes, etc. The rest of the day will be similar in fashion. BUT I will be having dinner with a wonderful friend that is in town for the weekend.<br />
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Ugg, I hate packing.Elizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811noreply@blogger.com2