The Life and Times of One T. Andre
Another frustrated attorney written blog.Hurdling to the big Three – O
So in about a month (32 days) I turn 30.
The big 3-0.
I’m excited for the event. I don’t think I’ll feel much older when the day comes, but we’ll know in 32 days won’t we? To celebrate the big day I am traveling to Austin, Texas (I know hated longhorn country) to spend time with my closest friends. It’s going to be wonderful. I have found a local competition pit master to cater a bbq that a good friend of mine is hosting and my closest buds from law school will be there.
Things have been rather ok lately. I’ve been thrust back into the relationship game. It’s been an intersting dance. The girl I am seeing now is so different from the last one, it’s really weird to find yourself falling into your old routines and finding that those old routines just don’t apply. I’m learning on the fly with this one, and I hope it works out, as she is a special lady. That’s all I’ll speak of it here however.
Work has been ok. My job functions contiunously changes. I used to manage my own entire set of small cases. The autonomy was amazing and I really liked not having to really answer to anyone (because no one really cared whether I got a $25,000.00 judgment) Now however, I’m supporting other attorneys with bigger cases and it’s kind of a bitch. Constantly having to put out other folks’ fires is not really fun. It’s a stresser to be sure. Maybe if I were a little younger it would be easier…
T
Not cool enough for school
Maybe this is being brought on by my recent reintroduction to internet dating (and the inherent rejection that comes from internet dating).
I don’t think I’m really slick enough to live in this town.
What do I mean? I don’t think Miami may be my scene. Lots of it just does not seem for me. Let me try to organize my thoughts clearly here. I’m not a clubber. I despise going to South beach because I hate the traffic and the crowds of douchebags.
It really seems that this town is geared towards the club/sobe chic crowd. The $20 dollar cover, can’t get in unless you buy a bottle, $17 cocktail crowd? It’s just real tiresome.
Let’s look at the facts here. I’m a young professional, just a two years out from school, about to hit the big 30, with a decent job I guess. I don’t drive a particularly tight car. I don’t live in a particularly cool part of town (I live where a lot of families and older folks live). I’m not particularly image conscious either.
I feel very much like a fish out of water down here quite a bit. I’m feeling much more self-conscious about it lately, which I’m not sure is good…
T
Taste of my own medicine
So I’m getting home from the gym the other day and on my door I see a golden rod piece of paper on my door.
This property is listed in foreclosure in the public records of Miami-Dade County.
Well shit. Isn’t that a bitch? I freaked out at first. I was thinking damn I have to move. I really had planned on staying until February 2010, where I am going to consider moving away from here on a permanent basis, so the thought of moving in town before then is just daunting to me. However, the Complaint was just filed, and ironically enough I was just served by the process server (I’m named in the Complaint as “John Doe”) just last night on the way home.
I guess all the havoc I’m wreaking foreclosing on small business owners is coming back to me! I spoke to my landlords about the whole thing and I’m much more at ease about the whole thing. If I have to go I have go I guess, I doubt there will be any real resolution by the end of my lease.
Well to more pleasant things, I’m trying to get back out there and do some dating. And by dating I mean “internet dating.” The results have been mixed, but I guess I have a couple of irons in the fire.
Ok time for coffee and work.
T
Back in business
Ahhh, another guilt laden post about how bad I feel about not writing in this thing. Don’t get me wrong I do. This is one of the few creative outlets I have these days.
The last month has been so crazy though. Work has been a constant thorn in my side and obstacle to general happiness. A new junior partner at my firm makes my life a living hell daily. He’s a meddler, and you can’t do anything without having it meddled in. It slows down productivity, which creates anxiety.
I am also newly single. I don’t like getting into details of that kind of stuff here (not that there are any details of note, my life still remains fairly mundane…) However, there has been some good news lately.
Miraculously I passed the NY bar exam.
Wow. I honestly didn’t think I was going to do it this time. It was a difficult exam as I discussed in a previous post and my study time prior the exam wasn’t nearly as much as I would’ve liked in a perfect world. However it was enough, and I am grateful.
What a shot in the arm that was for me. I think I actually needed it. I had been in a funk for weeks and while passing the bar in itself means nothing ultimately, the redeeming value of it for me was that I was able to do it in the face of adversity. I was working very hard, the partner was particularly on my ass that month, and I was involved with someone and that took study time. It was a really really hard thing for me to do, and I managed to succeed.
My experience with music showed me that I always needed to put in more effort and study more just to break even. Law school exams were kind of similar. This experience has definitely made me feel better about myself. In fact I think I feel better about this exam than I did when I passed the Florida bar (which in comparision, I took under IDEAL conditions).
Funny thing how something as dreadful as a bar exam can make you feel better.
Beat down
I want to start this post by saying first and foremost that I am most fortunate to have a decent job in light of today’s harsh economic climate.
I want to now add that I’m just ready to quit and become a juggler at the circus.
Man we have been swarmed here. It’s only April, and it’s hard to imagine another 8 months at this clip that we’re at. Always grateful to be busy, but everyone I’ve spoken to at my firm are feeling an acute… Weariness.
Of course I’m no exception. I have been in a funk since the bar exam. Can’t explain why exactly. Maybe it’s this 4 month stretch of no 3 day weekends? Our last one was MLK day and our next one is Memorial Day. Or maybe the luster has gone from being an attorney. It is about as unglamorous a profession as any.
Maybe I’m just a lazy fuck?
T
Statistics don’t lie
Ask any baseball fan. Stats don’t lie. That being said…
Elisha Cuthbert gets results.
I know my friends, especially my female friends who are reading this blog, are saying “another Elisha Cuthbert post, you have got to be fucking kidding me?!” Well all I have to say to those people is that my post A Long Time Coming has gotten almost 5,000 views. Wow. My next most viewed blog post, Second Half Push (which oddly enough mentions Elisha Cuthbert, but only tangentially) had 738! Most average around 40.
I am proud to announce that this blog will no longer be called “Irresistible Impulse” nor will it feature anything about me. This will now be a Perez Hilton style blog about Elisha, 24-7 baby. The internet has spoken!
Obviously just kidding, but I have to say that while I’m not a fan of the Fox Series “24,” I did happen to miss last night’s episode which did feature Elisha. Damn!
I actually had a good reason for missing her on tv last night. I was at the gym. I had been really neglecting my body lately. I have been working out less, drinking and eating more, and feeling worse and worse. Ever since the bar exam in February, I just got into that crazy sort of downward spiral that only studying for a law related exam can induce.
Last night I hope I began the upward ascent of healthy living and feeling good. I mean for the last month I’ve been so worn down I’ve wondered if I had contracted mono or something. I have been lethargic about the job and in a general funk. Obviously, the blogging has suffered, but luckily enough, Elisha Cuthbert has been keeping this blog alive! Elisha Cuthbert and you guys I guess. Hopefully with the extra energy I hope to get from keeping in better shape I can devote a little more time to this thing. This is my meal ticket out of the law game.
New Inspiration
So I guess my last two posts on Elisha Cuthbert didn’t cause the stir I was hoping. Man life has been busy fellas. I’m sorry for the lack of info. Things have been good generally. Just trying to survive associatedom.
I recenlty watched one of my oldest friends get married. Last Sunday (who the fuck gets married on a Sunday) he got married in Charleston in a lovely ceremony. This trip was in stark contrast to the bachelor party in January which I had to go out to and coordinate. I was about to kill my friend (thus alleviating any need for a wedding ceremony) for all the shit I had to put up with during the bachelor party, organizing everyone and having to play mom the whole weekend. It wasn’t even fun for me and made me reluctant about going to the wedding.
I’m glad I went, it was beautiful and made me a little envious quite frankly. Oh well we’ll see what the future holds.
I have been under the weather lately. Very tired since the wedding (I got about 10 hours of sleep last weekend and am VERY grateful the weekend is here). I have come down with some cold or something. I almost called a sick day today, but glad I didn’t as we get to leave at 3p on a account of Good Friday. With the sickness and it being so close to 3, I’m just on fumes now.
For Easter I have been assigned the duty of making the ham. I’m excited for it. I got a good piece of meat and I’m going to enlist Martha’s help. Anybody got any good Easter plans?
I’m calling you out
You guys (the reader) are pathetic.
Not a single comment about Elisha Cuthbert?! Man, I think all my bar talk and relationship talk has made me lose my key demographic: The Horn ball Elisha Cuthbert-Loving Male 18-35. Jeez people she’s gorgeous! We need to get back to the basics people!
Well I guess there’s just no pleasing some people.
This week has been weird. Trying to get the routine of having my life back. Between bar, work, and relationship, and working out again there was a need for Tony chill time. Currently I’m devoting some of that time to fixing up my modest little home a bit.
I rent a little 2/1.5 townhouse in Miami Shores FL. It’s nothing much to speak of, but it’s home and I love coming home to it at the end of a long day. Even when the freight train rumbles by at some god forsaken hour of the day (I’m about 100 ft away from train tracks on the east side of my house, and the train comes about 15 times a day). You really get used to it fast, and it adds a little je ne sais quoi.
However my little home has many flaws, some of them which are in my power to control. The first flaw is the horrible shape of a the landscaping just outside my door. I have 2 10′ x 3′ plots of earth on either side of my walkway that are overgrown with weeds and covered in ugly pebbles and mulch. I’m hiring this dude my folks know to clear out this area (who actually told me that he had no tools and no car, and asked to pick me up to do the work, I told him no dice and he found a ride and some tools). I’m going to start a little garden which I’m excited about. The plan is to plant mainly shade loving herbs and maybe a couple of vegetables like peppers.
On Wednesday I took some initial steps to toward the beautification. I cleared my grill from the potential garden site (which lines the gated path to my “front” door, which is really back of the house) and put it on the side of the house. While I live in an ok neighborhood, I wouldn’t give my grill a good chance of surviving out there in the open, so I bought some steel wire and a heavy duty master lock and locked the grill up the wrought iron security door on the side of the house (I’m sure the condo association is loving that). I’m going to get a little smoker and do the same thing.
I also got my Bob Villa on inside and installed an electronic programmable thermostat which should save me money. I’m spending a couple of hundred dollars on these improvements to a rental, but I”ll get much more enjoyment out of the house, and I figure the $24 bucks on the thermostat is going to save me a bunch of money during the summer. My old thermostat was just a mess. My landlord is fair too, so maybe I can negotiate a little abatement in rent.
So I bet during all that talk about gardening and home improvement I lost the last of my Male horn balls 18-35. Come back please!
Elisha Cuthbert People!
She is so effing fine.
A long time coming
Canadian hockey player loving bombshell Elisha Cuthbert.
Man it’s been a long time hasn’t it? Mention of my girl Elisha Cuthbert. First and foremost I want to apologize to this fine fine woman for letting her stray from my thoughts for so long. Second, I want to apologize to my readers for not mentioning Elisha for a while. She’s my heart and soul!!!
I meant to write something, anything about Elisha when the whole Sean Avery fiasco flared up (I was unfortunately distracted by bar exam preparation). If you guys don’t know, Sean Avery is an idiot hockey player (Rangers), who made a comment about other players having his “Sloppy Seconds” which was a reference to Elisha’s dating of some other idiot hockey player.
First I was a little upset that he besmirched the honor of my Elisha. I mean for fuck’s sake, look at her! There’s nothing sloppy about her. However, when I started to think on it some more, I got mad at Elisha. Why on the fuck does she date hockey players? I know she’s Canadian, and that certainly would not stop me from throwing my self shamelessly at her, but Hockey Players are easily the lowest for of sports star. Maybe the most lowly form of bipedal humanoid life on the planet. She needs to step her game up.
Maybe I don’t like the whole hockey player thing because it just illustrates that I will NEVER every get a shot a Elisha. I mean for fuck’s sake there are like two brothers that play hockey (Jerome Iginla… Peter Worrell… That’s it). Is 29 too old to learn to ice skate?
T
Life After
This will probably be my last bar related post for a while, so l just want to express how much better life is without having to study for it, or worry about it. I would’ve been the first to tell you that prior to the whole bar fiasco, I didn’t have any time for ANYTHING. But when you start studying you find time, and every moment you are not working or doing something vital to survival (eating, going to the bathroom, etc.) you are studying for the stupid test.
Lunch hours, gone. Watching tv at night, gone. Weekends, gone.
Now that the bar is gone, a vaccuum appears and you are shocked with the amount of free time you have. I’m sure in about a month I’ll feel I have no free time at all again, but I am enjoying life a hell of a lot more now. Getting back into shape, just relaxing, sleeping more. It’s great.
