help, help, I'm being oppressed
Oct. 10th, 2008 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenFamily reunion! So far an aunt has broken the kettle - coffee, guys, I need coffee, I really need coffee - and the boiler has gone, softly, kaboom, and the man from British Gas is doing ritual blood sacrifices beneath it, and said aunts are apparently lost on a train in from Manchester, my mother has decided she doesn't like what I'm doing with my hair these days, and I have read all of about four pages of land law since eight o'clock this morning, and Best Friend From Childhood is coming up this afternoon with an unidentified individual who was apparently at school with me (and described me as "very eccentric and political" - omg, someone who knew me at SCHOOL, halp) also have already had my quivering-in-shower going "omg, omg, NO ONE LOVES ME, BECAUSE I AM MADE OF FAIL" moment, or long sequence of moments. O hai, I was having a nervous breakdown, and for some reason I thought the bosom of my family would be soothing. I NEED MORE PILLS otherwise I will TALK IN CAPS UNTIL THE END OF TIME.
Also, if the phone rings one more time I am going to smash it into tiny wee pieces and throw it into the sea.
(At that point the phone rang again. I answered it. It was my father, wanting to know my email address, because somehow in the last eight years he has failed to commit it to memory. He has had an email from a friend of his, he says, who is a barrister and can give me a mini-pupillage.
...I don't know. Life, she is strange and amazing.)
I have a feeling that when this nervous breakdown is over I shall have to have another one, to get over it.
ANYWAY. I am going softly, quietly, insane. Please, all of you, make soothing noises at me, or at least be distracting in my general direction. I need amusement of the sort that will not cause me to have a nervous breakdown.
eta: an uncle has just told me that I haven't really thought through being a lawyer, because it's a lot of hard work. Is it? Is it really? I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA.
son of eta: the internet BROKE. Then I burst into tears. Then it came back. I am sorry, internets. I did not mean to emotionally blackmail youoh god never leave me again.
Also, if the phone rings one more time I am going to smash it into tiny wee pieces and throw it into the sea.
(At that point the phone rang again. I answered it. It was my father, wanting to know my email address, because somehow in the last eight years he has failed to commit it to memory. He has had an email from a friend of his, he says, who is a barrister and can give me a mini-pupillage.
...I don't know. Life, she is strange and amazing.)
I have a feeling that when this nervous breakdown is over I shall have to have another one, to get over it.
ANYWAY. I am going softly, quietly, insane. Please, all of you, make soothing noises at me, or at least be distracting in my general direction. I need amusement of the sort that will not cause me to have a nervous breakdown.
eta: an uncle has just told me that I haven't really thought through being a lawyer, because it's a lot of hard work. Is it? Is it really? I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA.
son of eta: the internet BROKE. Then I burst into tears. Then it came back. I am sorry, internets. I did not mean to emotionally blackmail you
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on 2008-10-11 03:33 am (UTC)Pupillage = same thing as a training contract? So that's good, right?
(HEY. I'll make my father hire you! Never mind that we don't have training contracts here and it's the wrong country and probably the wrong type of law. [Although it is occasionally an exciting type of law, given that once he got to go dig up a body in the woods! Which is also a kind of funny--and kind of AWFUL--story.])
Anyway. Love.
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on 2008-10-12 10:04 pm (UTC)A pupillage is the barrister-equivalent to a training contract. What I have - or might have; it's currently unclear - is a mini-pupillage, or a taster of the same thing. Not the job I'm after, but certainly good experience to look shiny on my CV.
(Tell me that story sometime, it sounds interesting! And heh, I just found out that after the current LLB I'll be eligible for an American LLM. I mean, seriously. I feel far too inadequate for this possibility.)