Last Friday, I alluded to a meeting I would have this week that could lead to a project where I could get back to flexing my poverty lawyer skills.
(Aside: In my six years as a Legal Aid lawyer, I kept telling my mom and, when she burst upon the scene, RFB, that there was a difference between a poverty lawyer and an impoverished lawyer, but I was never really able to elucidate that difference.)
Anywho, the first of what may turn out to be several meetings was yesterday, and I think I made a favorable impression.
Damn this is gonna be nerve-wracking until it's resolved. Please keep your fingers crossed for me. At least when you're not typing or carrying any boiling liquids.