I’m now a working girl!

As most of you readers know, I went on an interview last Monday to be a babysitter for a family that messaged me on Care.com. Great family, cute kids, good hours, the whole shabang. When I was getting up to leave, the dad asked me to be at the house on Thursday at 8:30 AM to start! WEEE! I was so excited until I heard his wife say, “actually we have another interview tomorrow so we’ll have to let you know about Thursday.” Just like that, all my excitement vanished. My face before the mom spoke: :D. My face after the mom spoke: 😥
Figured, eh, not going to get it. If the mom said that they were interviewing somebody else, she must think they’re going to be a better fit. No big deal, there’s always somebody better than you out there. On Tuesday, I got a call from the Dad telling me that the second interview had to be rescheduled, so not to come on Thursday and he’ll let me know by the weekend. That really fueled the notion that I wasn’t going to get it.

Wednesday I had an interview with another family. The position would only be occasional, on an as needed basis. At the end of the interview, they offered me the job, but wanted me to have a few trial days first- when the parents are there and can see how well the child and I mesh together. We scheduled a date and time next week and I left feeling… torn.

On the one hand, I had a paying job but on the other hand, it wasn’t the job I really wanted. But, I couldn’t control who wanted to hire me, so I accepted it… Until today. N and I were watching Breaking Bad on Netflix when I had a Pennsylvania number call me. Since I’m new to the area and nobody has my phone number, I let it go to voice mail to listen to later. Curiosity got the better of me and I ended up listening to it the second the voice mail icon appeared. And guess who it happened to be? That’s right- Dad. And he was offering me the position! EEEEE. My face went back to this :D.

But wait, you’re saying. You already said you’d sit for the second family. Ah, thanks. What was I going to do? How was I going to tell them I couldn’t take their job after I already accepted it? I hate confrontation. I would literally do ANYTHING else than confront somebody. Stub my pinkie toe? Yup. Get food poisoning and shit during class? Oh yeah. Honest to God, I’d even put myself into the witness protection program, anything to get out of confronting someone.

Like anybody else in this situation, I took to Google and my mom to help me. Google somewhat told me what to do, but in all cases it was for job offers with actual companies, not as a baby sitter. So, I turned to my mom. Honestly, my mom gives the best advice (except for when I was picked on in elementary school. Her advice was to keep repeating “I know you are, but what am I?” over and over again until the person picking on me just gave up. Yeah, great advice. That sucked.) She said to just call them and be honest about the situation, that the new job offer was close to full time and financially that was what I needed right now.

I called about an hour ago and left a voice mail for the second family. I became so nervous I started stuttering and my hands became moist and shaky. I’m a disgusting human being. I feel awful, but I have to do what I have to do, you know?

Anybody else ever been in this situation before? How did you deal?

Until the next post!
Stay tipsy!


Interview time!

EEE! As most of you know, I’ve had a really hard time finding a job. Rent’s due on the 1st and we’re going to have a really hard time getting the money together. But, I’m trying not to get caught up in the stress of trying to find the money.. BECAUSE I HAVE AN INTERVIEW FOR TODAY! It’s for a part time babysitter, but part-time is better than no time, right?

Obviously it doesn’t mean that I’m automatically going to get the job, or that it’ll even start before rent is due. I’m trying to just be optimistic and see it as a beacon of hope. Things are going pretty well, I have my health and a family that I adore and I have a roof over my head. So while things aren’t going my way right now, I still have a lot to be thankful for.

ANYWAYS! N and I finally have internet and cable and we’re 99% unpacked. I’m still getting used to the roads/area around here, but I’m getting better at remembering certain roads and where they lead.
Random things I’ve noticed compared to Boston: 1. Uh, where are your dunkin donuts? I’m used to one on every corner, while the closest one is 2 miles from my apartment. RUDE. Fix. 2. The water smells like chlorine, but doesn’t taste like it. Win. 3. Where are the CVS’ around here? Again, I’m used to one on each corner (literally, on my way home in Boston, I passed 4. 4!). This needs to be fixed. 4. Nobody else seems to be fazed by the wild animals around here. The first full day in the apartment, N and I saw a family of raccoon’s, a rabbit, three squirrels (one with 3 legs) and various birds. Nobody else seemed excited. I may or may not have fed them some bread and called myself Snow White.

I’ll let you know how the interview goes!
Stay tipsy! (It’s 9AM, so use your best judgement about day drinking)

All unpacked… and bored.

This is my first blog post in my new apartment! Hey, girl, hey!

We have 98% of our stuff unpacked, but it took us about three days to do so. I never realized how much stuff I actually own until I’m trying to find places to put it. Internet got up and running today (thank god!) and we’re getting cable on Sunday (thank god x 2).

As much as we need stuff for the apartment, today is being spent looking for jobs. I’ve applied for 6 baby sitting jobs today and I’ve heard back from 0 so far. I’m trying not to fret and give them some time to go over all the applications, but I’m getting so bored sitting around the apartment. And if N gets a job before I do, I’m really going to have nothing to do but go on Twitter and watch the SEPTA train go by. Don’t get me wrong, I want N to get a job, especially since he doesn’t start school until September 23rd, I’m just being selfish. It’s hard having no friends.

I have an interview next Tuesday to be a part time sitter, so I’m hoping that will work out. Rent’s due in exactly 14 days, so I NEED to have some sort of income coming in or else I’m screwed.

Other than looking for jobs and unpacking, nothing really else has gone on. I still don’t know my section or any of my classes, yet.

I figured I’d get you guys all up-to-date on my very boring life. Hopefully within the next few weeks the excitement will pick up and I’ll post some funny/embarrassing stories for you.

Stay tipsy!

Tears, beers and saying goodbyes.


In other words, I’m moving in 3 DAYS! Can you believe it?! I sure as shit can’t!
I still hasn’t really hit me, yet. It’s almost like when you have to go to the dentist. You know the appointment is on a certain day, but you really don’t realize you have a dentist appointment until the actual day of the appointment. So you rush around like a crazy person trying to get there in time.
I’m not even sure that made any sense. I’m sorry. I haven’t had my coffee this morning.

It’s hit my friends/family though. Background story: I’m the second oldest out of four grandchildren. My older cousin went 40 minutes away for college, but came home all the time because she wasn’t ready to be away from family. I went an hour away for undergrad and loved it. I hardly went home unless it was a holiday or some type of appointment. But now, I’m going 5 hours/300 miles away. For my poor Grammie who has never lived anywhere but the city she was born/raised in, this is an eternity away. She is also is petrified to fly, so that rules out the hour flight and won’t drive for long periods of time. To her, me leaving is the end of the world. Unfathomable. (When I first told her that I got into law school in PA, she started crying and asked why I would do that to her.)
My parents/sister are pretty indifferent about me moving. To them, I’m still somewhat close, it’s an hour flight and it’s a doable drive. They also have faith that I’m making the right decision and picked the school that I felt complimented me.

My friends on the other hand? They’re taking it pretty hard, especially Megan and Lauren. I’ve known Megan my entire undergrad career and she’s easily one of my best friends. Our personalities mesh so well that it’s like we’re the same person. I became really close to Lauren about a year ago when the three of us got tickets to a taping of X-Factor in Providence. She is the calm I need in my life. Don’t get me wrong, she can party like nobody’s business, but she is always one to keep her friends close to her heart.

During the school year, every Wednesday was “Wine Wednesday” and the three of us would get together and watch X-Factor (Oh, our mutual love of Britney Spears also brought the three of us together), SVU or Ghost Hunters. We would drink wine, talk about anything going on and just enjoy each other’s company. From the beginning of school to now, we’ve had almost 40 of these and this past Wednesday was our last one.

We all had a lot of things on our minds, so we watched the Little Mermaid as a way to just forget about everything. I mean, it worked really well. Until Lauren had to leave and it turned into an absolute cry-fest. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. I’m usually not when to cry in front of anybody, but with friends like these, it feels more like saying good bye to family. As you can tell, I’m not one for goodbyes, it feels too concrete for me. I like saying, “see you later” or “I’ll see you in a little bit” and I’m not “moving” I’m just “relocating for the time being”.

I’m spending the rest of today cleaning, packing and obviously crying to the Yoga Sounds pandora station. Saturday is my going away party, so I’m going to try to get obliterated so I don’t remember the goodbyes or if I cry publicly. N’s coming up that day and going to the party, so I have someone to bring me water/aspirin the next morning, which’ll be nice. And then it’s Monday.

So far here’s the schedule for Monday:
6 AM: Get up, back all essentials away. Eat some type of breakfast.
7 AM: Bring all bags/boxes next to the doorway for easy pick up.
8 AM: Pick up truck
8:30 AM: Get back to apartment/start packing the truck
9:30 AM: Get done with packing, hit the road for N’s House.
11 AM: Get to N’s house, pack up the truck. Say goodbye to his family.
11:30 AM: Drop by my parent’s house, say goodbye to them.
12 PM: Pick up the couch from N’s brother, say goodbye to them.
Google maps says it’ll take about 4 hours and 45 minutes, but in current traffic 5 hours. We’d get there just in time before the office closes.

Wish us luck, everybody! I’ll update you as soon as I can!
Stay tipsy!

5 days to moving day!

Since there’s only 5 days left until I move to Philadelphia, I’m starting to question whether this is the right decision for me. Do I really want to move over 300 miles away? What about my family? What about my grandparents? What if something happens? Should I have applied to schools in Boston? Or schools closer to home? What if I really hate the area and decide to transfer?

For the record, I asked myself all the same questions when I moved the hour away from RI to Boston for undergrad. That move was one of the best decisions of my life. I love Boston and living in the middle of a city. It’s never boring, there’s tons of stuff to do, things to see and restaurants to try. I thrive in the middle of city chaos.

I tried to ask N last night if we were making the right choice. (Little background info: N’s 25 and this is the first time he’s moving. Ever. So he’s just itching to get out of his Mom’s house and be an actual adult.) He’s all for this move- no doubts in his mind, at ALL. That made me feel better. If someone who has never moved before believes that this is the right decision, then maybe it is. I just have to start thinking positively and it’ll be a positive situation.

ANYWAYS! I’ve really gotten into the packing frenzy now. Most of the pictures/knick knacks are off my bedroom walls, sweatshirts are all packed away, shoes are packed away and the closet is nearly empty. My tupperware is packed, some non perishables have been packed and under the bathroom sink/medicine cabinet has been emptied. Oh, and Penske has also emailed me a confirmation for my truck.

I’ve also set a date to have my mail forwarded, bought a new computer and picked up the last few items from my parents house. The last time I left my parents house, everybody was getting so weepy and sad. Don’t they realize that it makes me feel AWFUL?! I’m the reason they’re sad and I can’t do anything about it. Anybody else ever go through this? What did you do?

The next few days are going to be filled with packing, cleaning and more packing. Saturday is my going away party at Hub Pub in downtown Boston. I’m hoping it’ll be a nice turnout and a great way to say goodbye to the city and people I love.

Any packing tips from you readers? What about moving tips? Any way to make the 6 hour ride go by a little bit faster?

Until then,
Stay tipsy!

Paging the job fairy!

I lost my internship in February and since then, I’ve sent my resume to over 30 different positions and heard back from zero of them. I originally was okay with the idea of having a free summer, but now that I just scraped enough money to pay my rent, I’m not okay with the idea.

I figured I could work for the same chain restaurant down in Philly that I used to work at in Boston, but I really didn’t want to go back into the food industry. That, and I’d work for what, four weeks and then quit? That just seems so stupid to me. That’s two paychecks, but depending on the hours I’m given, could be as little as $50 each. Worth it? No. So, I decided to make and account on Care.com and try and be a nanny/baby sitter for the summer. Most kids go back to school at the end of August, beginning of September, so it’s the perfect time frame. That and the pay is done all under the table. Hello, no taxes!

I’ve applied to four different jobs and one parent replied back this morning asking about potential fall hours. I already decided that I’m not working during my first year, I can afford not to work because of loans, but I can’t afford to not spend all possible free time studying.

I’m just worried about making rent before my loan refund kicks in. My parents offered to help, but I would rather ask them for $200 instead of $650, you know?

Paging the job fairy! I need a summer job!
Particularly ones that involves keeping my clothes on and not selling drugs.

I’ll keep you updated!
Stay tipsy!

15 days and counting…

July 15th is the big moving day! With 15 days to go, I thought that I’d spill on some of the things I’ve been doing to prepare!

1. Packed all of the non-essential kitchen stuff after telling my roommate S that I’m taking everything I brought with me. (She was a sublet so the only things she moved in, besides stuff for her room, was a chaise, a rug, a lamp and a can opener. Which means the dishes, glasses, silverware, coffee maker, etc etc is mine. Made for a kind of awkward conversation).
2. Cleaned out all of the kitchen cupboards and tossed out all of the junk that accumulated.
3. Canceled cable and returned the cable boxes/hookups.
4. Emptied the bookcase and packed away all of my books/cookbooks.

Sounds impressive, right? I thought so too, until I stepped into my room and saw… Everything. All of my pictures are still up, my awards, my desk was a mess (I found a 2011 calendar… It’s now halfway through 2013. Gross!) and I still had sweaters hanging in my closet.

But I just can’t bring myself to pack my room up, at least not yet. 15 days is a long time to go without my room looking/feeling like my room, you know? Although I did get frustrated enough yesterday and cleaned out/off my desk, tossed all the misc stuff out from two junk drawers and packed away some sweaters. (It’s nearly July in Boston. There is no, I repeat no, reason for me to need a sweater. FYI: It was 82 yesterday with a dewpoint of about 70. Phew).

Luckily, my mom is sending N up with some plastic bins so I can really start packing everything together. But before I can do that, I need to go through all my clothes. Everybody knows how it is, there are tons of clothes hanging in the closet, in the dresser (if your like me, in plastic bins under the bed), yet there is “nothing to wear.” Once all of the clothes that don’t fit, are too ugly, stained and ripped are taken out, suddenly all the pretty clothes are visible and just dying to be worn! I’m hoping that happens and if not, then Target here I come!

On another note, since I’m not working and don’t have cable I’ve gotten really creative with my time. I’ve read about twelve books on my Kindle, one paperback book, watched the entire series of The Mindy Project on Hulu, started Breaking Bad on Netflix, had a day long GroupMe chat with some other future 1Ls that I met through the Facebook group and started reading “Law School Confidential A Complete Guide to the Law School Experience: By Students, for Students” by Robert H. Miller

This book was given to me by one of my best friends who just graduated law school in Texas. She told me to read it three times before school started: 1. When I start applying to schools 2. When I decide which school I’m attending and 3. Two weeks before school actually starts.
The book is divided into 4 sections (So You Wanna Be A Lawyer…, The First Year, They Scare You To Death, The Second Year, They Work You To Death and And The Third Year, They Bore You To Death) and 28 chapters (ranging from “Thinking about Law School? Think Again” to “The Unspoken Code of Law School Etiquette” to “Back on the Chain Gang: Advice about Journal Membership” and “The Final Hurdle: Strategies for the Bar Examination.”)

I can’t even begin to say how helpful this has been to calm my nerves. Because it’s written by former law school students who graduated and passed the bar, the book feels like a hug from a friend and not like the fake-oh-my-god-i-am-so-glad-to-see-you hug, but a everything-is-going-to-be-okay hug. It’s 392 pages of advice which I guarantee, once you begin to read, you won’t be able to put down.

Here’s some bits of advice I found especially helpful:
-“With nothing but law to discuss otherwise, gossip spreads quickly. A couple of early mistakes can you a reputation for the duration, and a damaged social reputation can easily carry over… and on into your future as a lawyer. Exercise discretion.” (p.153)
-“… if your law school employs a mandatory curve… the reality is this: Somebody is going to get the As and somebody is going to get the Cs…. Heed this warning: If you approach law school like it’s an extension of college, when grades come out, you’ll find yourself in a hole that you may be digging yourself out of for the rest of your law school career.” (p. 129).
-“Remember your goal is to arrive in your last week of classes with up-to-the-minute class outlines.” (p. 158)

If anybody is interested in buying the book, it’s sold at Barnes and Noble online for $17.20 and on the kindle for $7.99.

Read the book!
And stay tipsy!

Never let a Boxer near coffee


A few things have happened since I last blogged.

First of all, N and I got our lease in the mail! So, all we have to do is sign it, get it notarized and send it back. Easy, right? WRONG. I had forgotten to ask what pages the property manager wanted notarized, so I assumed every page that required a signature. (You know what they say about assuming? Well it made an ass out of me!)
N and I went to the UPS store this past Saturday with about 16 pages that required our signatures. The woman at the desk, Sandy, told us that it would be $10 for the first stamp and $5 for every stamp afterwards. We were easily looking at paying $85 for some girl to watch us sign papers! Uh, no thank you. We found out later that N’s bank does it for free (saving money!), so we’re going there later on today.

After we got home from The UPS store, I left the lease papers on my coffee table in the living room. Get up on Monday (Sunday the papers stayed there, no problem) and I can’t find my lease. Anywhere. Walked towards the kitchen and I see every page soaked in coffee laying out to dry on the porch. Immediately my parent’s dog, Nala (pictured above) ran under one of the side tables in the living room after hearing me swear multiple times.

If you can’t tell, Nala is a boxer. She doesn’t have her ears clipped and she has a full tail, unlike the boxers people usually have. On this particular morning, Nala was so excited to see my mom and tried to jump up on the couch. I’m guessing you guys can see where this is leading.. And you’re right. Nala’s whip of a tail knocked over the coffee mug and saturated my lease.

I know it’s my fault leaving the papers out, but I was kind of mad at Nala the rest of the day. That is, until she tried to fight with the water coming out of the hose. She’s too cute to stay mad at.

In more news: the Bruins lost. N and I went to one of my favorite dive bars in Boston, The Red Hat. I’ve been going there since I was a sophomore in college (ah, the days of fake IDs and hardly any scanners!) and it’s great. The pitchers are cheap, the food is delicious and all the servers are such hot shits. Not to mention N is in love with their 10 cent wings. That’s right, you can get 10 wings for a DOLLAR!

Anyways, we got to the Hat around 9:15 and right when we walked in the door, the Blackhawks scored. We should have taken that as a sign and turned around and walked home, but unfortunately, we can’t see into the future. Game was going pretty good. Lots of physical plays, Bergeron was in and Chara was being his usual bad-ass.

Picture it, the last 2 minutes. Bruins up 2-1. All eyes fixated on the television. Some drunk people screaming for Tuukk to hold out, for only 2 more minutes. 1 minute left. We had it in the bag! Guys yelling for tequila shots from the bartender, girls kissing their boyfriends, people chanting, “Go, go, go, go, go!” Then it happened. The Blackhawks scored. “But that’s okay, that’s okay,” everybody said, “overtime isn’t bad! We’ll get them!” 19 seconds later- the Blackhawks scored again. 3-2. Tuukka Rask was taken out- Empty net. With 19 seconds left in the period, we saw defeat. The Blackhawks shot it down to our end, missing our goal, but wasting enough time to make sure the Bruins didn’t tie it up.

The Blackhawks won the Cup. In Boston. Talk about depressing. The Bruins will get it next year, I can feel it. I’m sad though, I really wanted a duck boat parade to take place- not just because of the Cup but because of the bombing that happened 2 months and 10 days ago. The parade would have been the morale boost that the city needs.

And so far, there’s been no news from school yet. I still don’t know my section or any of my classes. Not that I’m expecting to so soon, but I’m still getting antsy. Once I get my schedule I’ll feel like I’m really going, you know? But there was a Facebook group made by some of the 2/3Ls for us baby 1Ls and people are already talking about meeting up before orientation. That should be fun!

Until then!
Stay tipsy!

Game 5: Bruins vs. Blackhawks


I thought that we could take a nice break from talking about school and instead focus on something really important- Game 5. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’ve obviously been living under a rock for the past few weeks. Going on, literally as I’m typing this, is the hockey game between the Boston Bruins and the (gross) Chicago Blackhawks. The 7 game series is tied 2-2, so whoever wins this is in a pretty good position to get the Cup.

I’m from Boston, so I’m all about the 4 New England sports teams: The Boston Bruins, The Boston Celtics, The New England Patriots and the Boston Red Sox. There’s a reason why Boston is known as the City of Champions- It’s full of champion sports teams.

There is literally nothing better in the world than rounding up a few friends, going to the Garden, getting some beers and cheering on the hometown sports team. Literally, NOTHING. The excitement in the air, the drunk asshole behind you screaming, the sticky floors, the $8 beers and of course, seeing your favorite players in action are all amazing. If you ever have a chance to go out to Boston and see a game, GO!

Back to Game 5.

The Bruins are one of those teams that are physically aggressive, smooth skaters and skilled players. There’s a reason why people are afraid of Zdeno Chara (besides being over 7 feet tall on skates), he is bad ass.

But this series is something else. Right now, it’s the second intermission and we’re 2-0 Chicago. How pathetic. Obviously, I’m extremely biased having spent the last 4 years in Boston and my whole life in New England, but I know that the Bruins can have this in the bag. We can only rely on Tukka Rask for so long before switching out our players and doing what we need to to win- meaning put in Patrice Bergeron (or telling us exactly what’s wrong with him, considering he’s only spent 49 seconds on the ice). Chara’s going to get tired, we already almost lost Shawn Thorton a few games ago. To win, WE NEED TO FIGHT and be physical. Chicago’s taken control and we need it back.

In the last series with the Maple Leafs (which really should be Maple Leaves, don’t you think?) the series came down the game 7 and it was nerve wracking. Completely brutal. In the last few minutes, not only did we come back, we tied it and WON. I’m not saying these two series are exactly the same, I’m just showing that the Bruins know how to take control and win.

Any other Boston fans out there? What about hockey fans in general?
Let me know in the comments!

Until then, stay tipsy!

UPDATE: Chara scored for the Bruins, so now it’s 2-1. BUT! Don’t be so cheery just yet- Remember how I mentioned that Bergeron only had 49 seconds on the ice- even though he’s one of the main defenseman? Well the Bruins confirmed that he left the building in an ambulance for “observation” at a hospital.

UPDATE 2: So, we ended up taking Rask out with less than a minute left and… the Blackhawks scored. 3-1. 😦 Game 6 will be held in Boston on Monday night at 8 PM.

Parents and co-signing. Woof.

How many of you have had your own apartments before? A few? Perfect.
If you haven’t before, let me just give you a brief overview of what goes on.

First, you find your perfect apartment.
Next, you send in an application. If you’re a student or someone with a part-time job, the leasing company will ask for a co-signers application. In other words, your parents will most likely co-sign another piece of paper, taking MORE responsibility for you and your debt. Like my mom (Hi!) who has co-signed two leases and four loans for me to go to school.
Third, if the application is approved, then you’ll be able to sign your lease and get your new apartment!

But in some cases, your parents won’t want to co-sign or have some doubts after co-signing. This is totally understandable! Who wants to be responsible for someone else’s rent? (Hint: Nobody). Right now, N and I are going through this with his mom. She agreed to co-sign a few weeks ago, but this morning started voicing her concerns to him. A lot of them are scenarios that WILL NEVER occur: like the state taking her house if N doesn’t pay his rent. (Another hint: That won’t happen).

Because of this who situation, I decided to outline what the responsibilities of a lease co-signer actually are, with myths and facts.

MYTH: The co-signer will have to pay the tenants rent.
FACT: The co-signer will only have to pay rent, if and only if, the tenant does not pay it on time. (And if your co-signer is like my mom, you’d be getting one pissed off phone call telling you to cut the shit and pay your rent on time, you lazy piece of shit.)

MYTH: The co-signer’s credit will get ruined just by co-signing.
FACT: The co-signer’s credit will only take a hit if a payment is late and the co-signer is contacted to make up for the payment.

MYTH: You should never co-sign for anybody you know.
FACT: You should be wary about co-signing in general. But, if your child (or whoever the tenant is going to be) has been responsible in paying rent for an apartment in the past, pays their bills on time and is overall a responsible, capable person, then go ahead. Sign away!

If worst comes to worst and your co-signer doesn’t find this blog entry helpful, then a simple Google search, “responsibilities of a lease co-signer” brings up 145,000 results or you could just find a new co-signer.

I know that this will all blow over, with no issues. But, I have to admit, it’s pretty stressful to hear N’s mom’s concerns. We’re moving in 23 days and I still haven’t packed up my own apartment or changed my address to forward my mail and I really don’t want this on my plate right now.

I hope that others have found this entry helpful! I’d love to hear comments about how others have dealt with this in the past.
Stay tipsy!