Coconut Cake, $8 Pool Admission, and My Cover Letter

One play directed and taped for Lis, one thesis paper written for Ellie, countless dinners made, and several National Geographic magazines and books on "How to Get The Legal Job of Your Dreams", frequent fits of nausea and "hick-town anxiety" later, and baking a Southern Coconut Layer Cake and learning belly dancing on tv to recover, and I'm very nearly no further to a productive summer than I was 2 weeks ago.  By the way, I'm doing all this because I'm getting ankle surgery in June, so I can't live my life in the city and take classes and work because the public transportation is inadequate and I usually bike to get around. So, I'm baking cakes in hicksville, USA. 

As per cover letters, I'm just going to walk around the town and tell firms they'll be missing out on great legal services if they don't hire me ASAP. Who doesn't like free help? Busy people, probably. Anyway, it's the persistent that win the jobs, not the potentially successful. Potential is nothing if not activated. 

Reading The Girls of Riyadh. It's written by this 25 year old author from Lebanon. My first reaction was: if she can do this, I can certainly do this! And she's an endodontist (gum surgery doctor)! 

So, tomorrow is the march around the town providing charitable legal services to law firms. Any tips on how to do this successfully besides, "Wear a suit" and bring copies of your resume and cover letter? There was actually a time where I had an interviewer with an employer from town, and he walked into the diner where we met for breakfast and stopped dead in his tracks at the hostess' podium when he saw me. I really didn't know I was that ugly. I mean, my blouse was a stylish black one from Gap with a bit of decorative frill down the buttons. It was conservative, sharp, and rather cute. Okay, not it's not Armani, but it wasn't Terrible. I mean, I got Two Other Jobs in the same blouse, so there was no excuse for his gawking look. But in five seconds he wished he had never made the appointment to eat breakfast with me at the diner. And I felt awful having to go through with it. He should have just informed me that he was no longer interested in doing the interview instead of sitting down. It ended up being a whole lot less like an interview, and a lot more like advice on what NOT to do. 

I'll get back to you on that advice. It escapes me now. Getting charitable work at the animal shelter.