I just did something so exciting that I've never done before and I just had to tell you about it. I called the Jail. Granted it is the jail for Malibu/Agoura Hills (ritzy areas) but still, it's the Jail! In my boring little world, this is hot stuff folks.
Why did I call the Jail? I am currently trying to complete my Certification of Fitness to Practice Law Application for the Georgia Bar. Most people think about becoming a lawyer and they think, "I'll just go to law school, take some big test at the end, and, viola, I'll be a lawyer." Wrong. There are so many hoops to jump through just to get to the Bar Exam. The Cert. of Fit. goes into that category of "things that consume a ridculous amount of time and energy that no one ever told you about becoming a lawyer." This thing is a beast. It asks for 10 years of employment history, 5 years of residential history, a complete record of all student loans, lines of credit, all driving violations, among other obscure things. And since the State of Georgia seems determined to make sure I fail my exams this semester, they've made the due date for this enormous document next week, right in the middle of finals. I've actually finished filling out the forms, but I still have to get fingerprinted on special fingerprint cards that only the State Bar of Georgia can send you. But where do I get fingerprinted?
The Jail, of course! Actually, I called the Sheriff's Office first and asked about fingerprinting. The lady on the line quickly said, "I'll transfer you to the Jailer." I wanted to scream, "Wait - the Jailer??? What have I done?!?!" But instead I stumbled out a shaky "oh-oh-okay." And then a voice on the other line picked up the transfer and simply said, "Jail." Ahhhhhh.
Turns out I have to make an appointment with the Jailer first. So it appears I will be going to the Jail to get fingerprinted some time in the next 2 weeks once my special little cards come in the mail. Crazy. In one month I will have talked to my very first Jailer and visited my very first (and hopefully last) Jail. Ah, Law School; what new and joyous experiences you've brought me.
Whoa, that's quite a loop they've thrown you for. I wouldn't have seen that one coming. You'll have to let us know what the Malibu jail is like.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the first jail visit. NO need to worry-you are 95% lawyer, and we are accorded respect with jail visits. Just don't stay too long. I am trying to envision what a Malibu jail looks like. I have been in (as visitor of course) South Carolina, Idaho, and Florida jails, and there is not a redeeming quality in any of them. Malibu, however, sounds like it might be different-maybe surf boards to take out for exercise, surely a volley ball court, and a baseball diamond, along with lounge chairs and sunglasses for sunbathing. Might not be all that bad!
ReplyDeleteShould be interesting...you know, a change of pace when you can slow down a tad and observe folks who did not make good choices and exit appreciating your freedom.
ReplyDeleteI think this is one field trip Peanut can pass on. gma