A Real Live Entry
Well, maybe not quite "live" - I wrote it up at work and then emailed it to myself. But "real" is the material point!
First of all, work! It's strange, being a working adult and feeling working-adult camaraderie on the train in the morning. I think it suits me: I sleep really well, I'm never bored at work, when I'm not actively fretting over something I find myself pretty cheerful, and I'm just as productive with stuff at home as I ever was - just in way less time. I don't even mind the attorney wrangling so much. The hours are a little long - I get to work shortly after nine and leave shortly after seven. The former clerks called the judge an office-aholic, which sounds about right. Sometimes he stays later than I, sometimes I beat him. He doesn't venture forth much from chambers, and so I feel weird about taking any length of time out for lunch. Still, sweetie works about 20 mins from me, so we have lunch once a week. And after getting my blood drawn and nearly a week of my promised card not functioning, I can go to the gym in the courthouse! Yes, I had to get my blood drawn to go to the gym. I guess they don't want me keeling over mid-workout.
I've been working for three and a half weeks - forty-eight and a half left! - and though I do miss sleeping in and having all that free time, it's going pretty well. I get a little stressed sometimes when I do something wrong or miss something, but I suppose I'm learning from it. I just finished my first opinion (part of it was already written), so I'm looking forward to being flayed in the truest writers group fashion. At least I'm old hat at being flayed! Also, I have a tiny heater fan cos it gets freezing up in there, and that has made all the difference (except, though, sometimes I'm paranoid that I've left it on all night).
In other news, I'm getting back into the swing of reading. Thank you, Brooklyn Public Library! Right now I'm reading Mrs. Dalloway - I know, how have I not done so until now? - and really enjoying it. The prose is beautiful and usually juuuuuust on the right side of long-winded. The crazy is definitely crazy but coherent, so it's rarely a chore to read it. It's probably one of those books I'd get more out of if I read it in a class setting, but I think it's significant that I can enjoy it on my own, too. This is the first of Woolf's fiction I read - we read A Room of One's Own in college and it really resonated for me - but definitely not the last! Her descriptions of London make me think of NYC, which makes me smile.
I recently had to return River of Gods by Ian McDonald to the library before I had finished it; some other jerk had a hold on it. Nooooo! It's trippy and lush and fascinating, and after some initial confusion, I got all the viewpoint characters straight in my head. There's a lot I love about it, but no one will be surprised to know that my favorite concept is the "nute," sort of a... technologically-enhanced trans gender. The pronoun is "yt." I want to get back into it, gosh!
In other other news, sweetie and I just celebrated the two-year anniversary of our first date! We went back to that same restaurant, obvs, where they sang us "Happy Anniversary" to the tune of "Happy Birthday" and gave us free desserts and drinks. Hooray! I think everyone assumed it was a marriage anniversary, but I was not about to disillusion them. A guy sitting at a table next to us said, jokingly but not quite jokingly enough, "If you kill her now, you'll be out in 20 years" and advising sweetie to escape and all that. Issues much?? Also we visited sweetie's cousin, cousin's wife, and cousin's new baby, and while we were there, aunt and uncle stopped by. Aunt was completely enamored with the baby - he was making serious faces the whole time, so funny - and kept asking sweetie and (again, jokingly but not quite jokingly enough) when we were going to have a kid. Woah there. It got a little awkward after the third and fourth time.
Finally, my mother is getting a new kitten, and I am insanely jealous. Waaaaaaaant kitty. Nngh.
AT HOME update: At some point this day went from perfectly fine to actively fun but then crashed tonight down to shitty. Was it... when I heard mousie noises in the cabinet under the sink? When I knocked over my philodendron plant the first time? The second time? The third time? When my handheld vacuum died trying to clean my carpet? When I heard mousie noises again?? But I just eated a wine-filled chocolate and am about to embark upon my first sourdough bread making ever (with real homemade starter), so I'm determined to finish the day on a decent note.
First of all, work! It's strange, being a working adult and feeling working-adult camaraderie on the train in the morning. I think it suits me: I sleep really well, I'm never bored at work, when I'm not actively fretting over something I find myself pretty cheerful, and I'm just as productive with stuff at home as I ever was - just in way less time. I don't even mind the attorney wrangling so much. The hours are a little long - I get to work shortly after nine and leave shortly after seven. The former clerks called the judge an office-aholic, which sounds about right. Sometimes he stays later than I, sometimes I beat him. He doesn't venture forth much from chambers, and so I feel weird about taking any length of time out for lunch. Still, sweetie works about 20 mins from me, so we have lunch once a week. And after getting my blood drawn and nearly a week of my promised card not functioning, I can go to the gym in the courthouse! Yes, I had to get my blood drawn to go to the gym. I guess they don't want me keeling over mid-workout.
I've been working for three and a half weeks - forty-eight and a half left! - and though I do miss sleeping in and having all that free time, it's going pretty well. I get a little stressed sometimes when I do something wrong or miss something, but I suppose I'm learning from it. I just finished my first opinion (part of it was already written), so I'm looking forward to being flayed in the truest writers group fashion. At least I'm old hat at being flayed! Also, I have a tiny heater fan cos it gets freezing up in there, and that has made all the difference (except, though, sometimes I'm paranoid that I've left it on all night).
In other news, I'm getting back into the swing of reading. Thank you, Brooklyn Public Library! Right now I'm reading Mrs. Dalloway - I know, how have I not done so until now? - and really enjoying it. The prose is beautiful and usually juuuuuust on the right side of long-winded. The crazy is definitely crazy but coherent, so it's rarely a chore to read it. It's probably one of those books I'd get more out of if I read it in a class setting, but I think it's significant that I can enjoy it on my own, too. This is the first of Woolf's fiction I read - we read A Room of One's Own in college and it really resonated for me - but definitely not the last! Her descriptions of London make me think of NYC, which makes me smile.
I recently had to return River of Gods by Ian McDonald to the library before I had finished it; some other jerk had a hold on it. Nooooo! It's trippy and lush and fascinating, and after some initial confusion, I got all the viewpoint characters straight in my head. There's a lot I love about it, but no one will be surprised to know that my favorite concept is the "nute," sort of a... technologically-enhanced trans gender. The pronoun is "yt." I want to get back into it, gosh!
In other other news, sweetie and I just celebrated the two-year anniversary of our first date! We went back to that same restaurant, obvs, where they sang us "Happy Anniversary" to the tune of "Happy Birthday" and gave us free desserts and drinks. Hooray! I think everyone assumed it was a marriage anniversary, but I was not about to disillusion them. A guy sitting at a table next to us said, jokingly but not quite jokingly enough, "If you kill her now, you'll be out in 20 years" and advising sweetie to escape and all that. Issues much?? Also we visited sweetie's cousin, cousin's wife, and cousin's new baby, and while we were there, aunt and uncle stopped by. Aunt was completely enamored with the baby - he was making serious faces the whole time, so funny - and kept asking sweetie and (again, jokingly but not quite jokingly enough) when we were going to have a kid. Woah there. It got a little awkward after the third and fourth time.
Finally, my mother is getting a new kitten, and I am insanely jealous. Waaaaaaaant kitty. Nngh.
AT HOME update: At some point this day went from perfectly fine to actively fun but then crashed tonight down to shitty. Was it... when I heard mousie noises in the cabinet under the sink? When I knocked over my philodendron plant the first time? The second time? The third time? When my handheld vacuum died trying to clean my carpet? When I heard mousie noises again?? But I just eated a wine-filled chocolate and am about to embark upon my first sourdough bread making ever (with real homemade starter), so I'm determined to finish the day on a decent note.