The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
Part of the inspiration for my blog title came from one of my favorite movies, Practical Magic, about the small-town sisters who just happen to also be witches with magical talents. Paralegals are expected to perform minor feats of magic every day, from drafting key pleadings that were due yesterday to finding long lost original documents (that the attorney wrote on and threw away years ago).
Paralegals are also expected to be ready for every contingency and to produce whatever is needed at a moment’s notice, like a magician yanking a giant white rabbit out of a hat – except our hat is our bag (and maybe our laptop case but that’s another entry).
I searched for months for the perfect purse to suit my professional needs. It obviously had to be as big as a diaper bag (but look nothing like a diaper bag). It had to be a neutral color that would go with all of my clothes but still have that fashionable metallic finish I lusted after (that would keep it from looking like a diaper bag). It had to have short handles for when I wanted to appear cute and kicky, but long handles for when my hands were full of documents, luggage or a Wal-mart buggy.
Even more important, my magical accessory had to have room (and many little pockets) for all of the following key professional items:
Digital voice recorder (will discuss memory issues in another entry for older paralegals)
Flash drive (and nifty flash drives from recent CLEs)
MP3 player (and headphones)
Reading light (and reading material)
Burt’s Bees lip shimmer (for those long days)
Neutrogena blotting papers (for those longer days)
Hand sanitizer (not admitting to OCD)
Pens, paper, paper clips
Reading glasses (too vain for bifocals)
Crackers (to offset light-headedness when attorneys forget we need to eat)
Below is a photograph of my beloved giant purse and most of its contents (fit for public viewing) arranged in a still life format (with one of my partially finished pastels). I did not include my orange Tic-Tacs (is it bad to be called “Bleeker”?) or my Ibuprofen (performing feats of magic gives me headaches). I added the pear for artistic purposes.