All of my law school friends are gone. I just realized this today. And they all have jobs. Well, maybe not all of them. I am being really selective in my job search because I am too old to get stuck in a crappy job. And I am very good at making excuses. But really, I don't want to take the first job that comes along just because it is offered to me. I am thinking of an ex-friend who is working in insurance defense law or slip and fall law--not sure which. Either way, it is the "afterbirth of law" according to one poster on a law site I frequent.

As a result of my stress, I ate a bunch of pizza and am now on my third beer. Self destruction lite.

A recent case of a drunk woman being beaten to death at Lil Kim's birthday party really had me thinking. Women are vulnerable and need to stick with their friends. I have done a lot of stupid things and I consider myself lucky to be alive. Most recently, my sister and I visited my "Frasier apartment" and both of us made a bad decision. We followed some dude into an elevator who offered to show us around. I had a bad feeling and after talking to sis, she also had a creepy feeling, and yet both of us ignored this feeling and went with him into a small space with no escape route. Dumb. I had my pepper spray, and sis has some muscle power, but still, very dumb. I think we ignored our creep detector because there was another person there--I said to myself, well, if Essie is going along, it must not be so bad, and I would guess she was feeling the same. Gavin De Becker is hanging his head in shame at the both of us.

It didn't help matters that the guy kept talking about how thick the walls were--and how you couldn't hear your neighbors--subtext: no one will hear your screams, and how you rarely passed anyone in the halls--subtext: no witnesses. When he walked away, it gave me the opportunity to ask sis whether she was creeped out by this guy, and upon her response: a little, we boogied it out of there. So, no Frasier apartment for me.

The other apartment we looked at had a nature trail to hell. Actually the trail was to a park, but the leasing agent told us they had a guy wander up to the complex from the trail which totally creeped me out, and the more I think about it, the less I want to rent from them.

In sum: no job, no apartment.
I applied for 7 jobs today, and I expect a certain career book to arrive tomorrow which will give me tips for my career search. I have 2 backup plans, and I am trying to decide when I want to move out of this town for good. It needs to be soon because my neighbors are making me insane. The constant booming of their music grates on my nerves so bad that beginning around 5 pm, I am on edge just waiting for them to start their impromptu discotheque. I hate them.