The Board

This morning, as I was lounging in bed, my phone rang. Now, I am old school, and I believe that the phone is for my convenience and no-one else's. So, as I am wont to do, I didn't answer it. It was my father, leaving me a lengthy message. He rarely calls, so I figured something had to be up. I waited until he was done, then checked my message.

The Virginia Board of Bar Examiners had called! This is the worst call I've gotten all month. Even worse, the person couldn't find my local number so she called my parents' house. And got my dad!

First things first - turns out that the software Virginia uses for its bar forms had a glitch and my employment history never made it to the board. After freaking out, I figured out how to use my new fax machine and sent the paperwork to the board. Phew. Let's hope I don't hear from the board again. No news is good news.

Next - the lady I called said, "I enjoyed speaking with your father." Damnit, damnit, damnit. My dad is nosy and long-winded and very apt to provide people with information they do not need. When she commented on my dad, all I could think was, "That's it, I'll never get admitted to the bar."

I asked her not to hold my father against me. Here's hoping.