What stress?

6 o'clock on Friday, and the office is a wasteland. In fact, the only people left on the floor are chatting about the firm volleyball game and eating leftover cake from this afternoon's birthday party (obviously, Internet, I am there for the cake).

I would be concerned about my offer and the workload, except that the hiring partner just informed us that the firm had a record budget excess this year, and he "wants to cultivate a feeling of trust at the law schools." So, you know.

Today: sitting around at the office pool party (my abs and I thank you, FMF, for the many, many, hours of Getting Up Off My Ass that you've pushed us to), grading write-on submissions, getting sunburned.

Tomorrow: More lazing about with FMF.



I'm not trying to brag. I'm just trying to say: it is summertime, and the living is easy. Whoosh.