Mock Interview and Shabbat
I was late again to crim law this morning and again so were many other people. Not all of whom were at the bar last night. I dunno what their excuse is. Anyway, the class was still pointless and going nowhere so I don't feel too bad about it. I whipped off a couple more cover letters and resumes after class, one to another Japanese firm (this time I remembered to put my involvement with the Japanese Law Society on my resume, though it will still probably get trashed) and one to the Asylum Program with Human Rights First. The latter is run by the NY Women's Bar Association so being male my chances are likely nil. The whole job search is going rather poorly though it hasn't really started to panic me yet. I had a paper due in reg state which I also dashed off in a hurry and then I went to a lunch meeting on interviewing at public interest law jobs. Unfortunately they didn't serve food. I was expecting pizza. Bummer. I read up for my mock interview in the afternoon and went over at a quarter to 4. Of course they were running behind schedule so i had to stand around for some time but I chatted with some other students so it wasn't too terrible. I apparently did fine in the actual interview, which didn't really surprise me. I only hope I'll do well when it's time for the real thing. Since I was already dressed up, I went pretty much straight to services at Ramath Orah from the law school. I really like the atmosphere there while the undergrads are away. I feel very emotional there for some reason. Anyway, I said hi to a few people after services and met up with a friend for dinner (just as an asside, it's very nice to know half a dozen people walking into any of the local minions now, so different from when I moved to NY and knew no one the first shabbat). Anyway, we walked back to my place and ordered dinner from 107 West. I had fried chicken and mashed potatoes. It was ok but nothing to write home about. We scrounged up some tea candles from my fondu set to light as shabbat candles, made kiddush over some cran-grape juice i had in the cupboard, and made motzi over a small challah someone had given my friend. It was very last minute style but I didn't mind. We talked for a few hours, switched my bed for the queen in the spare room (don't ask, it was a total random whim), and then I walked her home because she was getting very tired (still under the weather). I think I'll rearrange my furniture and call it a night. Plenty of work to do this weekend.
