Thursday, June 28, 2012


Chris walks me to work. Today I took him upstairs so he could see my office and experience the elevators.
I work on the 7th floor of my building, and for the first time in my life I’m spending regular time in elevators. A few observations:
  • The elevator feels the smallest when I share it with only one other person and that person is openly carrying a gun and a taser. 
  • Most mornings, the elevator smells like someone just peeled an orange. It’s something like the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy. This person maintains absolute anonymity, but brings a citrus scent wherever they go. To date, there have been no Orange Eater sightings.
  • Related: if you haven’t showered for several days, your presence lingers in my elevator long after you’ve left. 
  • I know exactly when to jump. I am awesome at that now.
"legal research" (this is what the Deputy DAs call me)


  1. I love you. And I don't comment nearly as often as I should on your blog to tell you that, but I think it every time you post.

  2. Oh! That outfit! You're such a classy law student! I just watched Legally Blonde (yes I'm a little embarrassed about it). It's just that I couldn't help but think that it's a movie about our lives colliding. Only I hope to never be caught dead in a bikini of shocking pink sequins. You're the best.

  3. Fabulous post! Good luck nabbing the "Orange Eater" one of these days. :D

  4. You look super cute. Holy cow. Look at you. Just look at you.

  5. When I lived in Korea, my life felt like a succession of elevator rides. Your experience sounds much more pleasant. I'm not sure I ever rode the elevators alone, always shared them with hordes of Korean school. They never smelled of oranges either, but once of hotdogs...and I was pretty ok with that.

  6. Perfectly written and I'm glad you're the best elevator jumper and I'm so glad to [virtually] see you!


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