But running well enough. Sorta. I’m going to love my sleep tonight, I tell ya.
Recently my time has been taken up prepping for a pretty interesting trail that was dwipped. Since then I’ve been taking care of an ill friend, jetting about the country trying to find work as a PD, and in between scrambling to do some more trial prep (which was, erm, not my very best work – but a first cut is better than no cut) and push through the last bits of reading for the semester. My brain hurts. My heart’s a bit sore also. You can only worry about things for so long before you just go a bit numb and get a bit slow. But I think that’s turning around, has already been turning around.
The X-Men had a character (made a cameo in one of the films) called the Multiple Man – this mutant could create copies of himself. One copy to do the dishes, while another copy dried, as a third folded the laundry. Then, work done, they’d fold back into one another and grab some lunch. Right now, I’d take that power over flight or telepathy or anything else. Except perhaps shooting invisible lasers from my eyes. I could use that also. But anyway – it seems like I have dozens of relatively routine tasks, each of which is not demanding but would take 3 hours to do. And thus another week disappears.
However, many of these routine tasks are occasioned by Great News – I was offered (and accepted) employment as a Public Defender in Miami-Dade county! I’m pretty psyched. They’re against putting chains on kids. As we all should be.
Although I had other fish in the water, Miami really seemed to want me from the start. Quite frankly that goes a long way with me. After a clerical error (?) resulted in my not being called for a second promised interview, I called them, they immediately set up a date (yesterday) and I flew down.
I arrived on Sunday and spent the day driving about the city, looking at different neighborhoods and getting a feel for the layout of the place. Like many American cities, there’s a stone’s throw’s change between affluence and abject poverty. Well, perhaps more like a well thrown Frisbee. I ended up staying in a hotel in South Beach for the evening – which reminded me how much I missed ocean-side living. Or even near-ocean living.
I got up early and made it to the PDs office on time. It’s a large building, located near one of the major hospitals, the court and the jail.
The panel interview was intense but fair – they kept the questions moving quickly, and their comments and criticisms of both my rapid-round responses and my prepared opening statement were useful and tactfully delivered. When I stood up and shook everyone’s hand, I was pretty sure I didn’t land the job. I certainly didn’t expect to be made an offer before I could leave the building. *That* was just surreal. I didn’t expect anything for weeks, so I’m afraid I just kind of stupidly gaped for a bit. I’d have been more demonstratively stoked if I wasn’t so physically and emotionally exhausted. But I kept saying how pleasantly overwhelmed I was and how I’d let them know something by the end of the week at the very latest. Even though I was pretty wiped out, there were some exuberant shouts in the rental car as I drove off to the airport.
I mean I’ll be moving not only to the state that elects the president, but to one that has its own embassy in DC.
In other news Gateway has made overtures about replacing my system. When (if) it arrives, I’ll update the Gateway Saga.
Also – must arrange for my beat-up car to get fixed or scrapped.