Can we talk about me now? (Open bar thread #3,494)

[Signora Pæsior]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

[M. Nigel Salt]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

WHOOOOOOOO!!! Good for you!

[P3nT4gR4m]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

Holy shit, you'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams 

[Juana Go?]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

Good luck!

[Signora Pæsior]

WHOOOOOOOO!!! Good for you!

Good luck!

Thanks, Nigel and Garbo!!   

Holy shit, you'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams 

When I told my mum I was enrolling she was all "How could you possibly make more money than you do now?!" By having no morals, mum, obviously.

[Internet Jesus]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

Law school or something else?

[Signora Pæsior]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

Law school or something else?

A Bachelor of Laws, yep. I think it works a little different in the US but here it's a 4-year undergrad course and then the bar exam to qualify to practice.

[Juana Go?]

Yeah, here law school comes after you get a BA.

[Alty]

Whelp, since I got a job at a gym here doing massage, and have been able to work on over 15-30 people a week, I have of course taken things TO THE WALL...

...and bounced right off it. HA! HA HA HA! ahahaha....ahhh. My back hurts.

Also, you can take the asshole out of a business executive lifestyle, but...

Still, it's good to be doing the thing I actually want to do. I feel...weird. Like the struggle is gone and my brain is still in DANGER MODE.

BRABLE AKRRRRATCHA! BRAINZZZZZZZ.

[Internet Jesus]

I've just enrolled to study law.

Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?

Law school or something else?

A Bachelor of Laws, yep. I think it works a little different in the US but here it's a 4-year undergrad course and then the bar exam to qualify to practice.

Oh ok, I didn't realize you we're out of the country (pardon my Amero-centric view of things, it's completely unconscious and mostly harmless). 

When I lost my job at HugeMegaBank, I looked into either going to law school or settling for a paralegal certification instead.  Ultimately I decided that settling was a better option because I thought that the chances for an upside result was better getting my cert than the chances for an upside from Law School. In the states there's a larger demand for skilled paralegals than there are for first year Attorneys.

Which isn't to say that there's a lot either can do, unemployment does still suck.

But good on you anyway.  The law can be a fascinating topic that you can lose yourself in.  Just try not to bore folks at parties when talking about your work.  (I learned that lesson the hard way)

[Juana Go?]

Whelp, since I got a job at a gym here doing massage, and have been able to work on over 15-30 people a week, I have of course taken things TO THE WALL...

...and bounced right off it. HA! HA HA HA! ahahaha....ahhh. My back hurts.

Also, you can take the asshole out of a business executive lifestyle, but...

Still, it's good to be doing the thing I actually want to do. I feel...weird. Like the struggle is gone and my brain is still in DANGER MODE.

BRABLE AKRRRRATCHA! BRAINZZZZZZZ.

Good to hear you're doing well, Alty.



It took me a while, but I think I figured out what Fresno's problem is. Everything is second hand or second rate. It's the shitty thrift store of cities. Sometimes you'll find something kind of neat (a 3-D picture of the last supper or the tunnels under Chinatown), but mostly it's stuff that still smells like the previous owner.

[M. Nigel Salt]

Whelp, since I got a job at a gym here doing massage, and have been able to work on over 15-30 people a week, I have of course taken things TO THE WALL...

...and bounced right off it. HA! HA HA HA! ahahaha....ahhh. My back hurts.

Also, you can take the asshole out of a business executive lifestyle, but...

Still, it's good to be doing the thing I actually want to do. I feel...weird. Like the struggle is gone and my brain is still in DANGER MODE.

BRABLE AKRRRRATCHA! BRAINZZZZZZZ.

I found that DANGER MODE thing lasted a while for me, but it did eventually fade.

[M. Nigel Salt]

I just cleaned half my room and made myself the KY00000TEST little study corner.

Eventually, I will also clean the other half of my room, but part of that endeavor requires me to get rid of a large portion of the clothes-mountain I've been accumulating there.

Also I just now realized what I should be for Halloween. 

[Balls Wellington]

So I got raging drunk last night after a month of extreme stress, very little food, way too many hours worked, etc. etc. etc.

I ended up blacking out most of the night. I remember leaving work (already quite drunk) with 3 girls to go to the bar next door and do some shots.

I vaguely remember vomiting, only because it was an awful enough experience to stick in my mind in spite of being blacked out. For those of you who aren't aware of it, accepting bets involving the eating of crushed red pepper flakes is probably not a good idea during a night of binge drinking.

I woke up smooshed into a tiny loveseat in my friend's living room. A friend that (to my knowledge), I was not hanging out with last night. Once I figured out where I was, my next move was to check my pockets to make sure all of my tip money from last night was still there. I had left work with about $250 in cash in my pocket. It was a good few hours behind the bar.

I still had money, and enough of it was gone that I didn't bother worrying that I had walked out on my bar tab. So far,so good.

Then I found a piece of folded paper in my pocket, with a note on it that (though I don't remember hanging out with him last night) could only have come from a local guy who's been an occasional drinking and/or poker buddy since he "retired" from "The Company" and moved up here a little over a decade ago. It just said "(name of charitable organization redacted)", "Haiti", and "patois bonus" on it.

So I'm buying a ticket out of here tomorrow. Fuck that shit.

[stelz]

So I got raging drunk last night after a month of extreme stress, very little food, way too many hours worked, etc. etc. etc.

I ended up blacking out most of the night. I remember leaving work (already quite drunk) with 3 girls to go to the bar next door and do some shots.

I vaguely remember vomiting, only because it was an awful enough experience to stick in my mind in spite of being blacked out. For those of you who aren't aware of it, accepting bets involving the eating of crushed red pepper flakes is probably not a good idea during a night of binge drinking.

I woke up smooshed into a tiny loveseat in my friend's living room. A friend that (to my knowledge), I was not hanging out with last night. Once I figured out where I was, my next move was to check my pockets to make sure all of my tip money from last night was still there. I had left work with about $250 in cash in my pocket. It was a good few hours behind the bar.

I still had money, and enough of it was gone that I didn't bother worrying that I had walked out on my bar tab. So far,so good.

Then I found a piece of folded paper in my pocket, with a not on it that (though I don't remember hanging out with him last night) could only have come from a local guy who's been an occasional drinking and/or poker buddy since he "retired" from "The Company" and moved up here a little over a decade ago. It just said "(name of charitable organization redacted)", "Haiti", and "patois bonus" on it.

So I'm buying a ticket out of here tomorrow. Fuck that shit.

WOW.