The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
I received a lovely invitation to speak at the Wake Forest University Legal Department’s annual retreat today. They wanted a reprise of my social media and ethics and cybersleuthing the Internet presentations, only it was a small group and I get sidetracked really easily, so we also ended up chatting about everything from iPad usage to mobile security to Olympic tweets.
The retreat was at the president of the university’s “garage”. As I turned onto the street of the address I was given, I looked at the smallish, neatly tended bungalow style houses, and thought, “Hmmmm, the university president’s digs must be a bit smaller than I thought. Sweet.” (I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t been there before and thought this, which is the only reason I’m willing to publicly embarrass myself. You can tell I don’t get invited to any kind of president’s house often. In fact, this may have been the one time.)
Then the street ran out, and I still couldn’t find the house number. I really hate to be late, so I got a little nervous. I happened to look down and see the house number spray-painted onto the curb, with a driveway into what looked like a huge forest. Hoping I was at the right address, I slowly rolled down the driveway, to behold a house that was about the size of the last twelve houses I’d passed all rolled up together. Being a complete rube, as you guys know, I had to take a picture.
Then there was the garage. Some of us had trouble finding it. Because it didn’t look like a garage. Honestly, it’s bigger than my house. So being a complete rube, as you guys know, I took a picture of it, too.
I was so happy to see my long-time friend and paralegal, Melanie Harkey, whom I met in a class at our local paralegal program, back in The Day. We’ve served on paralegal division executive committees over the years, and even had a little employment overlap in the same firm.
I’m glad she told me I couldn’t wear jeans, but that cropped pants were okay. Almost all of the ladies had on cropped pants, although to be honest, I am the only one who looked like a neon pink sign. (I loves these cropped pants, and have worn them here and here, or pretty much every Friday.)
Hey, you know me, it could’ve been th’ zebras.
For all of my style-blogging buddies, your blogs are a bright spot in my crazy work week, and for all of my non-style-blogging readers, thank you for reading. I hope all of you have a relaxing weekend.