Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

So, having actually graduated from law school and taken the bar, I find myself as a respectable member of society, what with holding down a paying job and all. For better or for worse, this new position has required me to relocate. Of course, my lease starts on September 1…. and I started work last Friday. For those of you paying attention, that’s two weeks before I get to move in.

The net result is that I find myself camped out in a hotel in suburban Connecticut Sunday nights through Thursday nights. The good news is that there’s free wifi. Actually, it’s not that bad. I get to come back from work every day and find that the bed has been remade and there are fresh towels in the bathroom. It is a little sterile, but I think that I can live with that for the next week and a half. On the other hand, one of the hotel’s major selling points is that it’s right next to the freeway, so perhaps it could use a little more in the way of ambiance.

Work itself has been taken up almost entirely with training so far (admittedly, it has been a grand total of four days). And… well, that’s about all I’ll say public about the my work, other than to say that it’s a one-year position and that I should probably start looking for work for the fall of 2008, oh, about five minutes ago.

Anyway, I recently bought a car, seeing as I need one to get around. It’s an impressive little vehicle; among other things, it seems bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside (I think that Honda’s engineers managed to use a little Time Lord technology to make that happen). I do need to name it, though, so suggestions are welcome.

One thing about having a car to drive around Manhattan is you very quickly appreciate the beauty of New York’s mass transit. Going from one end of the island to the other on the subway is much easier and far less stressful than trying to drive around. Of course, it doesn’t help that one of the times I was trying to get downtown on the West Side Highway was while the Deutsche Bank building was on fire. And there’s the little matter than when you’re idling in traffic (as you might be when you’re stuck in traffic because of the biggest fire in Manhattan in years), your gas mileage is zero.

That’s the major news from here; I still have to pack up my apartment and move what I’m going to move sooner rather than later, so my weekends, at least for the foreseeable future, will be spent down in New York, packing throwing stuff out…