More from the Mailbag
And with it, more bar application difficulties. Sigh. I'll have to admit that this time it was actually my fault. Remember that big ass raise I got in February? Well, I got it because 1) I turned in my DC Bar application and 2) I switched temp agencies. Meaning, of course, I switched employers, information that was not reflected on the application I turned in the day before. I never thought to update it, so I got a letter from them a few days ago saying I had TEN DAYS to mail them the information, or else. Anyway, I sent it in today. On the flip side, this means they're checking the info on my application, and my friends have all told me they've received letters from the DC Bar, meaning they've also started in with my personal references. Maybe it'll be less than eight months before I hear the results! Sweet.
On Tuesday I received a poster roll in the mail with no return address. Weird. I thought, maybe they're blackmail pictures. I mean, I know they're out there somewhere, right? There was an identification number on the front that looked familiar...my student ID? My driver's license? I couldn't place it. I continued to ponder the possibilities until my roommate suggested, "Why don't you just open it?" Capital idea! So I did. Ta-da!
Wow, that's....exciting. I guess. Another piece of paper to shove under my bed. More importantly, check out my new Razr. I know! Now I'm even more of a yuppie than I already was. My old phone konked out last week and the Razr is the only phone Verizon sells that's even remotely not hideous, plus it was free, so. Call me.