Bless his heart, Peter volunteered without any urging on my part to come and help with the insulation today. I thought having another person there would double the amount we could get done. I was wrong. Once he left, I realized that having him there increased the efficiency at least fourfold as it took me many hours to do what he and I could together could have finished in a hour. I'm beat! Thankfully the weather hasn't been typical for July in the Piedmont. We weren't quite as soaked with sweat as we would have been otherwise.
Thanks again, Peter.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
cool things that have happened
1. A bard owl calling a mate. He was so close that I jumped the first time he hooted. I tried responding to him. I'm sure I sound ridiculous, but it is one of the great things about living out in the country. I can make sound silly and it doesn't matter!
2. The drywall delivery truck. It was worth buying the drywall just to see that boom work. It seemed like it could stretch forever. I had a blast watching one of the guys strap on the wireless remote controls and manipulate the arm so that it put the drywall just outside the upstairs door, then tilted it sideways so the crew could easily pull it off and drop it in place. Even more amazing to watch was the driver back that huge truck and trailer (I'd guess the truck was 40' long, with the trailer sticking out another 20 feet) back down the entire driveway. I thought for sure they would get stuck at the creek.
3. I got the job at Duke!! I hope I'm not building it up too much, but this is could easily be the job that I was hoping for when I decided to go to law school -- environmental policy work, national and international scope. I had almost given up on finding a job that I was really passionate about in the Triangle. I was wrong about my chances at getting this job every step of the way. I almost didn't apply since I don't have climate change experience. Then I thought I blew the first interview. Then I felt like I did a great job at the second round of interviews but didn't hear back for so long that I gave up. I was so neurotic about it that I wouldn't answer my phone for the three weeks after the second interview if it was a 919 number that I didn't recognize, hoping it was Duke. When they finally did call, I was trying to figure out who it could be since every other time it had been someone else. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hopeful when the phone rang yesterday, but I was trying to prepare myself for disappointment. I keep have waves of pride rush over me -- the same kind of pride as when I got into Georgetown and when I received an offer from Foley Hoag -- the pride that comes from accomplishing something that you weren't sure you could do and logic suggests you can't. Thanks to everyone who believed in me.
2. The drywall delivery truck. It was worth buying the drywall just to see that boom work. It seemed like it could stretch forever. I had a blast watching one of the guys strap on the wireless remote controls and manipulate the arm so that it put the drywall just outside the upstairs door, then tilted it sideways so the crew could easily pull it off and drop it in place. Even more amazing to watch was the driver back that huge truck and trailer (I'd guess the truck was 40' long, with the trailer sticking out another 20 feet) back down the entire driveway. I thought for sure they would get stuck at the creek.
3. I got the job at Duke!! I hope I'm not building it up too much, but this is could easily be the job that I was hoping for when I decided to go to law school -- environmental policy work, national and international scope. I had almost given up on finding a job that I was really passionate about in the Triangle. I was wrong about my chances at getting this job every step of the way. I almost didn't apply since I don't have climate change experience. Then I thought I blew the first interview. Then I felt like I did a great job at the second round of interviews but didn't hear back for so long that I gave up. I was so neurotic about it that I wouldn't answer my phone for the three weeks after the second interview if it was a 919 number that I didn't recognize, hoping it was Duke. When they finally did call, I was trying to figure out who it could be since every other time it had been someone else. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hopeful when the phone rang yesterday, but I was trying to prepare myself for disappointment. I keep have waves of pride rush over me -- the same kind of pride as when I got into Georgetown and when I received an offer from Foley Hoag -- the pride that comes from accomplishing something that you weren't sure you could do and logic suggests you can't. Thanks to everyone who believed in me.
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