Law School Sucks

Update: I started law school this past January. I was made a decent offer, and had no other reason NOT to start in spring semester.

The Skinny: I’m taking 15 units. The following are the courses I’m currently in:

• Property;
• Civil Procedure;
• Torts (fancy word for Harms);
• Contracts;
• Lawyer Process; and
• Some bullshit class that is suppose to help us NOT flunk out of law school, but is really a waste of 90 mins.

Yes, each class is 90 minutes. That’s a LONG time without a proper snack. Each class period requires about 100+ pages of reading. You can’t bullshit and skim over cases. You have to read them, and understand the law and court ruling. Speaking of….

Everything is IRAC….or IREAC. Every case you read, every brief or memo you write, you have to use IRAC. It stands for Issue.Rule.Analysis.Conclusion. You have to be able to discuss this about any given case, during any given class. Why? Fucking Socrates.

The Socratic Method. I’m gonna give you the For Dummies version: The professor can call on you randomly, and ask you any damn thing, and you better have a decent answer. Or else, THERE WILL BE BLOOD!

The blood part is true, depending on your professor…

This isn’t so much the part that sucks about law school. Mind you, I was a top student in undergrad. I didn’t cheat, cut corners, or skip class. I was a nerd. I understand hard work. The course load itself is not bad, because that’s what I expected. I think I’m having a problem with the social aspect.

I’m not terribly a needy person. In fact I’m a loaner. I get along with people, but I don’t need or want to be surrounded by them longer than I have to be. But there’s something about law school where I give half a shit if I have friends or not.

People are nice, but they all are cliqued-up. I don’t necessarily want to be in anyone’s clique, but it would be nice if someone was like, “Hey, we’re going to get coffee, want to come with?” Or they have study groups, and no one mentions anything to me. Granted, I prefer to study alone (mainly because I’m trying to find my rhythm, and studying with other humans is a distraction) but nevertheless!

One thing I notice with my peers is that a good number of them are….brown in the nose. They kiss more ass than…hmm…this is why I wouldn’t be a writer for Family Guy’s cutaways.

Anyway, these brownies stay after class and suck up the professor’s time. Not just asking questions regarding the lecture, but personal shits. They do it outside of class too. We’re graded blindly (given a special number for each midterm and/or final y administration) so I don’t see how kissing ass will help in the long run. And we’ll be here for another 2.5 years, so we have plenty of time to build relationships for networking purposes. I guess that’s everyone trying to be competitive.

I expected something different in terms of competition. Like, someone stealing your Restatement book when you go to the bathroom right before an open-book exam. Or tripping you up about a certain rule when you’re in a study group.

I suppose what makes law school suck is this idea that this was my last chance to meet awesome, lifelong, friends and potential spouse. I know that I’ve only been in school for 3 months, but it seems so dire.

Done and done.

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Career, Christmas, Coworkers, Fashion, Job Security, Law School, Life, Moving

I did it. I quit my job. I did it this past Monday. I went in, packed up my personal junk, and waited. My boss didn’t come in until 11:32 am. He flew in and said that he needed to have a meeting myself and two of my colleagues (one of which is the creeper colleague mentioned in previous post). We go into this meeting. He assigns some bullshit, leads to nowhere task. AND he wanted it done before Christmas. I sat in that meeting thinking, “I’m glad I won’t be here for his random shenanigans”. The meeting ended, but he needed to meet with a second group. I told the non-creepy coworker that I was leaving, and that I’ll set everything up for him so he won’t be completely lost when I leave. When my boss was finally free, I asked to speak to him and told him the news. I thought he was going to be snippy since he was snippy in the meeting. He actually had this face of devastation. I mean, he actually asked if I could wait another month. I felt kinda bad.

During lunch, my boss told the creeper dude. I return to my desk to find a message from him on Skype, “How come I had to find out through [boss] that you were leaving?! You should have told me!”

The thing is, I didn’t. I don’t have to tell anyone anything. I guess this attitude can work in a cold corporate setting, but not in a small, family-owned company where everyone knows when you take a piss. Now, I still don’t think I should’ve told creeper dude, but I started feeling bad when everyone else lamented my departure. I didn’t think any of them gave a damn.

The next day, I swung by the office to drop off my Secret Santa gift as well as gifts for others. People were crying, and making me promise to stay in touch. I felt really shitty. Yes, I’m going to miss them, but I didn’t feel compelled to cry. Maybe it’s because I had more time to reconcile with my departure. Our cook, whose English is limited, boo-whooed. Then she realized that I was going off to law school. She kept telling me, “Don’t stop, my baby. Okay?” It was an emotional mess that day.

In the meantime, I had to pack up my place. The shittiest part about starting new, is packing. WHY?! I was able to pack my car with HALF of my closet, and HALF of my shoes. I got in other junk as well. I picked up my niece, who will spend Christmas with my parents and I, and drove out.

I’m suppose to go back next week to pack up the last of my things, and store the other junk. I still have to clean up the place so I can get my deposit back. I have a feeling my land lady is going to try to jip me, so I’m not counting on that money.

 

 

 

 

Too Chicken Sh*t To Quit

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Adult Life, Career, College, education, Fashion, Law School, Life, Money, Work

(This post was not proof-read)

I have a confession. I kinda….yeah, I hate my job. I don’t HATE it, but I’m not in love with it.

Let me take a few steps back and say that I am grateful to even have a job…especially as a recent grad.

The job is related to the apparel industry, however I work for a tech company. I’m not utilizing any of the skills I have gone to school for. I am essentially….a pretty, overpaid, overqualified, overworked, executive assistant. Okay, I take that back, I have been drafting a few basic contracts for my boss. Trust me, it’s not rocket science to write “Don’t fuck me, or I’ll sue!” in an eloquent manner. I went to a friend’s baby shower a few weeks ago where I saw other girls that I went to fashion school with. They were excited about my job and asked what I did on a daily basis. I told some bullshit lie. Not a boldface lie, but something fluffy. Kinda like how people lie on their resumes.

Telecommunications Associate = Call Center Worker. #JustSayin

There are so many things that I don’t like about my job, but I’m not going to go into a big rant.

One of the reasons why I didn’t seek employment at another company that gave me more gratification is because I knew I would be in law school within the year. I didn’t want to go work for a company that I would love (St. John Knits, Max Azria, etc.) knowing that I would have to resign once law school classes started. I always planned to stay at this company until Fall ’13.

Then, ish started happened at work. Okay, baby rant: I don’t think it’s cool to have people work 15 days straight, sacrificing sleep, proper eating, and hygiene, THEN tell them they aren’t a team player because they need to take the morning off to take their newborn baby to the doctor.

And that was the not-so-assy stuff.

AS mentioned in a previous post, I allowed this job to consume me. Which lead me to not properly prep for the LSAT.

My parents have offered for me to move into one of their homes in another state. Rent free. Free food. Free utilities. Catch? Leave my job sooner, and prep to re-take the LSAT. Oh, and they’ll pay for the course.

#Ballin

Aside from the fact that my parents pretty much said that the only thing I have to worry about is getting IN and getting THROUGH law school, I was just happy to hear that my parents knew my job sucked and was pretty much saying it was okay that I wanted to quit.

I have issues. I am a people pleaser. I want to please my parents. Please my employer. Please friends, and so on. So, to hear my parents say, “it’s okay if you want to quit” was good for me. Otherwise, I would have been the martyr who went to work and had a secret resentment. This is how you get ulcers and wrinkles.

My plan was to leave my company before the holiday break. Well, because the company is poorly organized, no one knew what days we had off for Christmas until 3 days ago. No, seriously.

Well, there were some turn of events at work. The guy I mentioned before, who has a crush. I’m getting worried about that. He’s unstable. He goes from happy to sad within mere minutes. He acknowledged that he has issues, but won’t get help. He kinda freaked me out today. Plus, I was unnerved by the events that occurred in Connecticut today.

The plan now shifted to telling my boss that I was resigning today.

Let me back up again.

My boss will be out of the country on the original day I was going to give him notice.

Back Up. I wasn’t giving a proper 2 week notice because my company is notoriously paranoid. They would have my pack my shit on the spot. There’s this slight fear that I’m much smarter than I look and could cause problems. Thus, I was just going to let them know that I was leaving on payday. AFTER I received my check.

Back Up Again. One of the problems the company has is paying us on time. I didn’t want to get all legal on them in regards to cutting my last check. So I was waiting to be paid in the normal fashion. And since this payday is right before the holiday, I knew the accountant HAS to have our checks ready on time.

After much stress due to over-thinking, I decided that I rather tell my boss in person, versus Skype. I bumped my day up to this coming Wednesday (the last day he’s in the country).

Well, I wanted out today. I was going to tell him this evening. As 5pm grew closer, I got nervous. I started feeling bad. That people pleaser thing kicked in. How could I think of leaving my boss now? Especially when a lot of things are going to be happening with the company after the holidays. No one suspects a thing. No one.

Anyway, my boss disappeared into one of the closed offices. I waited. I’m not even going to make it seem like I put forth a ton of effort. I left work at 5:26pm. I didn’t really wait too long.

I don’t plan to back out. Trust me, I’m leaving the company. If I tell them Monday, or Wednesday, I have to do it.  I’m seriously just too chicken shit to quit.

The day after the LSAT

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fashion School, Law School, Life, LSAT, Post Grad, Stress, Test Prep, UCLA

I think I’ll just jump right in.

For anyone planning on taking the LSAT in the future, I will tell you right now, “Don’t freak out!”

I woke up around 4:39 am. My alarm was set for 5:05 am. I couldn’t sleep. My nerves were too bad. I did, however, feel rested. I ate a boiled egg and a chocolate Ensure (I drink Ensures sometimes because I’m not a breakfast food person, and it’s better than not eating at all).

I get the my test center on time (read: early). I signed up at UCLA because at the time I had plans to apply there, and I felt like it was good luck. At this point I don’t think I’m going to hit “submit application” on my LSAC account. Since cell phones are prohibited, I called my parents before getting out of the car. They were trying to pump me up as I made an attempt to down my orange-flavored 5-Hour Energy drink. I got out of my car and was relieved to see other nervous-faced people with gallon-size Ziplock baggies. I was even more relieved when I finally got to the hall where the test would take place. Everyone was standing outside shivering. Yes, it never rains in Southern California, but it had been raining for the last few days. Guess what? NO ONE was shivering because of the cold. Everyone’s nerves were on edge. And I wasn’t the only one pissed about the random emails from random schools in butt-fuck Egypt telling me good luck on the LSAT. I’ve read on other blogs to not get to the testing site too early because the other test takers will freak you out. Anyone reading this and knows me in real life knows that I am the queen of being freaked out for no reason. I can tell you that being there early actually helped my nerves.

The proctor for the test was kinda chill, but stern at the same time. I was in a lecture hall with itty bitty ass desk. The test booklet is bigger than that fuckin’ desk. I recommend that when you sign up for the LSAT, sign up at a smaller school because they more than likely won’t put you in a lecture hall with a 5 million people capacity.

Make sure you pee before the exam. I don’t care if you don’t think you have to go. When you sit on the the toilet, you’ll piss a river and thank me later. They will allow you to go to the restroom during the test, but you lose serious time. This was one reason why I didn’t have a machiato and subjected myself to gag-worthy 5-Hour Energy.

Side Note: I’ve had 5-Hour Energy drinks before and they’ve never made me jittery. I only drink them in emergencies. I suggest that you test out any energy supplement before the test day just to make sure you’re not tweaking out during the exam.

Taking the actual exam wasn’t as draining as I expected. The 35 minutes for each section goes fast, but you don’t feel compelled to speed read. You get so anxious to tackle the next section that you feel those 3-5 minutes in between is a decent break. In fact, when we did get our 15 minute break after Section 3, all you wanna do is pee and go back in. Yes. Go and pee again. I actually brought those tuna packs for lunchboxes (easy to eat, plus protein). I was so ready to go back inside that I only at 2 of the crackers that came with it. Oh, and I’m pretty sure my hair smells like cigarette smoke because EVERYONE was outside taking a puff. And yes, the proctors stand outside with you to make sure you’re not talking about the exam or have any contraband.

Speaking of proctors; there were 5 proctors, and about 50 test takers. WHY THE FUCK DID THEY NEED TO CONSTANTLY WALK AROUND THE FUCKIN’ LECTURE HALL?! No, seriously. That was the only thing that screwed with my head. Every time one walked by, it broke my concentration. The main proctor, mentioned above, stayed at the front of the hall. The rest of them kept making their rounds. One of the proctor girls had on leggings, UGGS, and a striped shirt. She walks by, my mind goes, I need to stop buying striped clothes. I have way too many tops with stripes on them. Dammit, I just bought this striped shirt I’m wearing. FOCUS!

At the end of Section 5, the proctor announced that if anyone planned on withdrawing their score to please come to the front. I just KNEW that no one was going up to the front because who would publicly admit defeat (you have 6 days after the exam to cancel your score on LSAC)? Five people got up. That’s 10% of our group! I don’t know why, but that freaked me out.

Now came time for the writing portion. I really wished the writing sample was scored. Despite the fact that I never proof-read my post here, I am actually a good writer. I finished my sample right before the proctor called the 5-minute warning. I noticed that some people didn’t even bother to write anything. Maybe they had plans to cancel. Maybe they feel as if it’s a waste of time because there’s a myth that the law schools don’t even look at it.

Once we were released from the test, everyone asked the same 2 questions: How’d you do? and Do you think you’re gonna cancel your test?

So, how do I think I did? I have no idea. Do I think I’m gonna cancel? I’m probably gonna keep debating over it until the last day to cancel. Then, I’m probably gonna be too chicken shit to actually do it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not sayin’, but I’m just sayin’: Halle Berry Drama

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Celebrity, Custody, Fight, Gabriel Aubry, Gossip, Halle Berry, Nahla, Oliver Martinez

I guess you can say that I’m somewhat of a Halle Berry fan. I mean, I wouldn’t go out of my way and pay to see one of her movies, but I think she’s beautiful. Okay, she’s on my neutral celebrity list. She doesn’t irk me. That is, until now.

I’m sure if you care about celeb news, you’ve heard about Halle’s baby daddy, Gabriel Aubry, getting into it with her new lover, Oliver Martinez. SIDE NOTE: It’s like Halle dumped Gabriel for an older version of himself (they kinda look alike). When you first hear the story, it’s says that Gabriel dropped baby-girl off and started talking shit to Oliver.

#1. WHY THE FUCK WAS OLIVER AT THE BABY EXCHANGE?! Oliver shoulda been on the other side of the house while the nanny or Halle meets baby-girl at the door. Wave to daddy, close the damn door.

Okay, so Gabriel talks shit, supposedly throws first punch at Oliver. Arrest were made. Emergency restraining order is issued. This didn’t make sense to me. It was Halle and Oliver who should have beef with Gabriel because they were NOT granted the right to take baby-girl out of the country so Halle can marry Oliver and divorce him 5-7 years from now. Yes, that was shade. If anything, Oliver would be the one who would go to the door talking shit to Gabriel. Maybe THEN Gabriel threw the first punch.

The next day, you see all these photos of Halle coming from the hospital with Oliver and his swollen-ass hand. Evidence of the brawl. All I could think was, Gabriel fucked up. This is what Halle wanted. Regardless of how I feel about either parent, I don’t want anyone to lose custody because they acted an ass.

Fast forward a bit. You see Gabriel’s mug shot.

Really, though?

Looks like Gabriel got his ass WHUPPED. You don’t get whupped up like that over a  few “fuck you” “no, FUCK YOU!”

This is where I get annoyed to the point to make a blog post. This is a pure set up.

Halle’s nanny, obviously, has a statement saying that Gabriel started the fight and was out of control.

#2. BITCH. I pay you to do nothing but take care of my kid. WHY the fuck did you not take Nahla upstairs or in another part of the house when shit went down?! So you were just standing there watching the ratchet-ness???

I’m obviously mad about that.

#2.5. If the nanny was at home during all of this, why didn’t Halle leave baby-girl with the nanny when she went to the hospital with Oliver? Photo opp.

So we have Halle and ratchet-ass nanny saying that Gabriel started this and he’s the devil. It seems best for you to add the icing on the cake and submit surveillance evidence showing Gabriel starting shit. Oh, but you can’t, because the cameras didn’t capture the driveway where the incident took place.

#3. Halle, you’re full of shit! If I could afford security cameras now, I would have it cover every inch of my home’s perimeter. That’s how crooks and ass-rapist get you; they find out where the blind spots are. I can’t imagine an actual celebrity with money having cameras on everything BUT the damn driveway. Chile, miss me!

SET.UP!

But what really freaks me out is Gabriel’s face. Look at it. Oliver (I believe a trained boxer) could have hit him ONCE to knock him out, and told him to get the hell on. Instead, he jacked up Gabriel’s poor face. You see photos of Oliver, and he’s spotless…..aside from his busted hand because he tried to break every bone in Gabriel’s face.

All that is to say, Oliver seemed to have unleashed some serious anger out on Gabriel.

#4. That doesn’t scare Halle??? Bullshit aside, that’s scary. You’re about to marry a man who took things TOO.DAMN.FAR. And Halle has a history of domestic abused. I would break up with his ass so fast. I really hate to say it, but I guarantee Halle will have a police report with a photo similar to Gabriel’s in the future. You just can’t tell me Oliver isn’t going to do that to Halle after having an argument. In all honesty, I  hope not.

What’s your take on the matter?

 

 

 

Less than 12 hours ’til the December LSAT

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Career, December, Fashion, Law, Law School, Life, LSAT, Post Grad, Stress, Test

As expected, I was a nervous wreck today. I probably should’ve taken the day off from work. Instead, I spent my day (which was slow in the first place) gazing aimlessly into my Mac Book Pro. Literally.

I believe that I mentioned that I know I will be taking the exam again in February because I’m convinced I’ll have a shitty score tomorrow. Well, I’ve been corresponding via email with the prep course that I mostly will sign up to. The chick was basically like, “Why put yourself through the stress? Just withdraw from the December test.”

Sounds simple. For the first time, I had the balls to say, “I suck. It won’t be bad if I withdraw from the exam.”

Problem? It was literally 4:39 pm. You have to withdraw by 5:00 pm the day before the exam.

Who do I call when I know I’m about to go over the edge? My parents.

My mom is for cuddles. My stepdad is for tough love.

I go outside to make the call. My mom picks up. I immediately ask to speak to my stepdad. My mom can hear it in my voice that I’m not right. But I can’t talk to my mom when I’m like this….or else I burst into tears.

Stepdad gets on the phone. Gives me this Braveheart speech. Meanwhile, it’s getting closer and closer to 5:00 pm. He stopped talking by 4:57 pm. I stood there, in the pepper patch that my company’s cook planted for her homemade salsa she makes us, and I thought, “Fuck, I can’t back out now! And what if I do well tomorrow?”

I have a track record of having nervous breakdowns a la Mariah Carey (only with more clothes on) only to do exceptionally well in the end. What if this is the same? No, I don’t think I’ll magically get a 180. That’s just crazy.

When I got home, I decided to work on a bit of LSAT stuff before going to bed. I’ve been told that this isn’t recommended. But I needed to see some of the materials.

I did 1 reading comp passage, 5 logical reasoning, and 1 set of logic game. I did pretty good. It boosted my confidence.

My gallon Ziplock baggy is packed, and now I’m sitting on my bed typing this post and drinking out of a Capri Sun bag (don’t judge, 4 packs of 10 were on sale for $2.99!).

I do plan to post tomorrow night after the test, so stay tuned.

 

 

One Week Before the December LSAT

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Career, Exam, Fashion, Law School, Life, LSAT

I officially hate life right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been more stressed out in my life. Okay, I’m lying. I’ve been more stressed out before. But this has to be the first time in my academic life that I’ve been this stressed out.

The LSAT isn’t like the SAT or ACT. This isn’t like any standardize test I’ve ever taken. The last time I was nearly brick-shit nervous about an exam was for this chemistry final that I took a few summers back. Yes, I took a chemistry class in 5 weeks. I don’t know what I got on that final, but I passed the class. That was the one class that sullied my great GPA.

This law school admissions business has me freaking out. I went to a law school forum recently, which was great. However, you had those assholes who were saying, “Yeah, I need to improve my score to an 180 because I’m a big ass-face”.

I’m not trying to get an 180 or get into Harvard. But hearing those asses talk about their score freaked me out a bit more. There was this one chick who was inquiring about the scores of those who already took the exam to see if she was a complete failure. She never told us what her score was. Cow!

I actually spoke with a dean from my top choice school (a nice 2T school here in Los Angeles). He was super cool and eased my nerves a bit. One thing I did walk away from that conversation with was not only to get a good LSAT score to gain admissions, but to get a scholarship!

After speaking to admissions deans from each of the schools I’m applying to, I now know the range my LSAT needs to fall within in order for me to get a full or damn-near full scholarship.

Can you imagine?! #Ballin’

However, this adds more stress. And these effin’ Logic Games are killing me. What really pisses me off is that this is how I think on a daily basis. I over analyze situations and try to figure out alternatives….because I’m insane! But when I’m timed, I can’t think for shit.

Oh, and did I mention that I’m doing all this on my own? No test prep courses at all. The reason why I didn’t sign up for any was because I knew my job was demanding a lot from me. Looking back, I shoulda told my job, “fuck yo couch!”.

I still like my job, but this is more important to me, by far.

When I stress like this, I always analyze the worse case scenario. In this case, I can take the February LSAT. I haven’t registered for it yet. I was going to cancel this test and wait to do Feb. However, I decided to see this test through. Because if I don’t, I consider myself a quitter. I may do shitly on this exam, but I didn’t quit…..or something noble like that.

 

 

 

I’m not trying to hate….but I am

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College, Fashion, Life, Money, Post Grad, Saving, Shopping, Travel, Work

I like my job. I make decent money. I’ve been very blessed.

However….

I CAN’T AFFORD TO BUY SHIT!

When I get my paycheck, I pay my rent, car note, insurance, cell phone, and other bills. After that, I have a bit of money that I stick in my savings, and then I’m El Broko.

Lately, I’ve been running into girls who make less than I do, but they constantly have new stuff. Fancy stuff. The kind of stuff that keeps me motivated while TRYING to prep for this bloody LSAT in December.

I can’t help but to wonder, “Where da hell did they get the money for that?!”

I can see the girls who still live at home. They don’t pay rent. If I didn’t pay rent, trust and believe I would be in a new outfit every pay period.

In a way I don’t envy the ones who stay at home still. Aside from being able to have extra cash to save, staying with parents at my age would be….a pain. My mom lives in another state, and as much as I love her, she works my last nerve. (NOTE: DO NOT ADD YOUR NOSEY MOM ON FACEBOOK)

But what about these girls who live out on their own, have a car note, no visible sugar daddy or boyfriend who makes more than 2 cents over bus fare, have extra money to buy fancy ish????

The only way I could possibly do this is if I didn’t pay some of my bills, or had a credit card (I don’t believe in credit cards. It’s a gateway drug). I can’t imagine that some of these girls aren’t paying a bill to buy new shoes. I mean, I know people do that, but that’s insane.

No, wait! What REALLY grinds my gears, is those same girls will suddenly plan a Vegas trip.

WHERE THE FUX ARE YOU GETTING MONEY TO GO TO VEGAS?!

Yes, when you go to Vegas and you’re a pretty girl, things come free. But I would NEVER travel somewhere without my own money. And at the very least, you have to pay for gas to get there and your hotel accommodations. My budget-lovin-self is all for staying OFF the strip to save on rooms. But the girls that I know want to stay ON the strip, in the fancy room.

Again, WHERE THE HELL IS THIS MONEY COMING FROM?!

I mean, is it me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number. False.

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Adult Life, Age, Career, Fashion, Interns, Respect, Work

I had 3 new interns start this week. Really sweet girls. I notice with 2 of them, they didn’t really take instructions that I gave them very seriously. They would ask my colleague, and he would direct them back to me….since they’re under my supervision. Neither of us could understand what their problem was. They were still training (and he and I are under a crazy deadline) so we kind ignored it for the time being.

On Fridays, our office has happy hour (think if it as an abbreviated Christmas party, sans the perverted Santa lap dance). This was an opportunity for me to get to know the new girls on a social level. We basically had a hen session. Come to find out, these girls thought I was 18 (this happens all the time to me). When I told them that I was 10 years older than what they thought, they almost sharted themselves.I kid you not; They both had this look of “Oh fuck!”

They’re both about 20, so they probably thought I was some kid running around trying to tell THEM what to do. Oh, and they thought I was a coffee runner as well. I’m not even allowed to get my own coffee, and I just found out a few days ago that my boss doesn’t like sugar in his, which is not normal in my book. No wonder they didn’t listen to shit I said. I mean, even if I were 18, they should probably listen to me, but youngin’s these days think they can just do whatever the hell they want.

I explained to them who I was and what I do. When the girls started, the office manager basically told them to report to me and to not forget to punch in and out since they’re paid hourly. They had no clue otherwise. We talked some more, and now….they act as if they’re afraid of me. I don’t want them to fear me, but I DO want respect. It never occurred to me that my age would be a factor. Not at this company at least.

Bad Romance: Why NOT engaging in an office romance sucks.

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Career, dating, office romance, Post Grad, Professionalism, Work

Long time since I last made a post. The skinny since my promotion: More responsibilities added. Flaky interns. Long weeks. Possible foot condition due to NOT wearing heels (that’s another post).

The reason for this post is to talk about one of my co-workers. He’s about my age. He’s not my type, but he’s funny and cool people. Everything is cool. Because the company I work for is family-owned, everyone is close. It’s not uncommon to go out to eat after work or even on the weekends. Fast forward, and this guy professes to me that he likes me….like THAT. He did it via text, which I’m grateful for since I probably wouldn’t have been able to fix my face at such revelation. This guy is hopeless at love. He can’t get a girlfriend to save his life. On shallow note, he’s short and could probably wear my jeans (I’m a size 2…a 4 at H&M). He was already obsessed with this other girl he met while away for a 3 month project. My experience with being straight up and saying that I’m not interested in a guy has always lead to a shitload of questions as to why, and the guy trying to change my mind. Usually, I just avoid the guy. However, I  work with this one. I told him that I’m not interested in having a relationship with ANYONE because of all this stuff at work that has been bestowed upon me (that’s a fancy way of putting it) and I’m also studying up for the LSAT. AND I don’t want to date people I work with. Which is true. He made a bunch of sad face emoticons and made it seem like the end of the world. Every since then, he’s been slightly on the creeper side. Any men that I meet via networking, he asks questions about, or automatically claims they’re married.

I haven’t been hanging out with him anymore because he’s obviously taking it the wrong way. He told me about a week ago that he had a date with this girl. In my mind I was happy because I wanted him to creep on someone else. Not that I wish for any girl to be creeped on, but at least this girl doesn’t work with him. I tell him that it’s great that he has a date. Then he goes, “….well, it’s not really a date…..we’re just going out to eat”. WTF?!

Among other things, I have reason to believe he may be bi-polar and untreated. I actually asked him about talking to a doc about this. He said that he probably should, but won’t.

He told me, I think last week, that he still liked me. I ignored the Skype message.

These last few days, he’s been acting rather shitty to me. In a way, I’m glad. On the other hand, it’s this negative energy now.

The whole reason why 2 people who work together should NOT date is because when shit goes bad, you don’t want the negative energy. You don’t want someone giving you the stink eye.

I didn’t screw my co-worker and I still get a shitty ending. It’s very annoying. I almost feel like I should’ve been cold and cut off from my co-workers. Boundaries. If I just came to work and went home, then this wouldn’t have happened. But that’s such a victim stance; that I did something wrong.

My stepdad says that I should expect most of the men around me to want me because of my looks. Maybe that’s what’s wrong; I’m oblivious to what I look like. I know I’m not fug, but I don’t think of myself as this person to creep on. It’s hard for me to believe my stepdad’s theory, even though from a man’s perspective.

Anyways, I felt compelled to blog about it.

Have you ever dealt with NOT dating a coworker and it going bad for you? Please feel free to comment.