Things are looking better. My finger finally stopped throbbing, although it started to hurt again at the end of the workday. I go back to the orthopedist tomorrow morning, but I’m not sure if they are going to take out my stitches.
Things are looking better. My finger finally stopped throbbing, although it started to hurt again at the end of the workday. I go back to the orthopedist tomorrow morning, but I’m not sure if they are going to take out my stitches.
There’s a mustache growing contest going on at work. I got a head start. I swear I’m not a trucker.
It’s called Movember (Moustache + November) and the point is to raise awareness of men’s health issues. More details are here.
And regular readers aren’t shocked by my ‘stache. Memba this and this?
When I first decided to move to Minneapolis, I had to convince my to Miami friends that I wasn’t moving to some god-forsaken frontier outpost.
But Minneapolis has arrived! We are finally known for something other than Prince and stuff collapsing.
Minneapolis is apparently “the new gay” (aka the gayest city in the country) and Minnesota is the most hipster state in the US.
I considered placing the bulldog statue I have at work with this gem:
I thought about it for longer than I’d like to admit, but I remembered the #1 rule of retail and resisted: if you’re not thrilled about a purchase, you probably don’t need it.
Yar! So, my first real day of law school homework is over. I did the assignment for my contracts class, which consisted of three parts: reading the syllabus, and two reading assignments.
The first reading assignment was a brief history of Anglo-American contract law. It read exactly like a history text for undergrad. Good. I was a history major. I like these things.
The second part of the reading involved Mutual Assent and Consideration, and a case Ray v. Eurice Brothers, which was hilarious.
Basically, Ray was a seriously OCD engineer who wanted to build a house. Ray had very specific requirements for exactly what material and building method was to be used.
The Eurice Brothers were two easy-going local builders.
They met, drew up plans, which Ray and his attorney changed to meet Ray’s OCD-whims.
Ray presented the new set of plans in a contract with the Eurice Brothers, including the cost of the building project. The Eurice Brothers signed ASSUMING the plans & specifications were those from the first meeting.
And of course, they were wrong. The Bros realize this a month later, and say “These requirements are ridiculous! We aren’t building this house with this crazy-talk! We thought we signed up for something else!”
So Ray sues.
And the judge says, “you could have intended anything, but you signed a contract that says this. So thou art the weakest link, goodbye.”
I was laughing throughout the case. Pure hilarity. I love it.
I hope tomorrow’s work (Torts!) is as fun.
OH, and part of my gitty mood as to do with my new haircut – I went to Target today and bought a cheap pair of clippers. I shaved my head and gave myself a ridiculous trucker mustache.
Yes. I did.
It’s goofy and makes people laugh. It’s impossible to be a depressed law student while sporting such an obviously ridiculous stache.
Think Jack Black in Margot at the Wedding.
Tomorrow: Briefing and Torts.