Hello. Welcome to my website. It started while I was in Europe for a semester, and I've kept it up since then. I'm now at the University of Chicago Law School, living in Hyde Park, and the story continues. If you want to say hi or visit me, email cfloyd at uchicago dot edu.
"Life is nothing if not the sum of your anecdotes." -Scotty The Body, on storytelling "But it ain't that bad, man. Just figure out the system before the system figures out you." -T. Matthew Smith, on the 1L year "The beer just doesn't taste as good when you're not drinking it with your buddies." -Anon., on being away from good friends "Somebody has to pay the rent around here. Why the hell not us?" -Cotton, on studying for exams
6/24/2004
Heading to Norman this evening. I've got a gig to practice for. Ted Downing and I will be at the Norman Borders at 8pm Friday night to participate in a singer-songwriter show there. I think the show is listed on the normanmusicscene.com website here. There's no picture up because Ted's such an ugly bastard. HA! But anyway, you're welcome to stop by the show if you think you can stand sitting through our acoustic stylings in the Borders Cafe. We'll probably go out on the town afterwards. I'll be in Norman through Sunday if you want to catch up, but I may be busy at Bizzell with some writing competition for grad school. Hit me on the cell.
Work stories:
Today was the monthly clerk's luncheon. All the legal clerks gather and bring salads and desserts and juicy bits of gossip. We talked about new babies and weddings and dresses and whatnot. Major Floyd may be a single dude, but his extensive special-operations training enables him to blend in with a variety of cultures and peoples. Clerical-staff gatherings of mostly middle-aged women are no exception. I even got a great recipe for Spanish Salad!
I work in an austere federal courthouse where we stay very busy. So busy that the judge and his secretary play practical jokes on their unsuspecting summer clerks. The secretary is a very sweet woman who constantly walks through the library where I work and says, "Judge needs to see you. It's important." As I get up, she laughs and says she's kidding. This was funny at first, and funny the next two or three times, but after the twelfth time I told her it was going to cause some trouble if the judge ever actually needed to see me. She told me she wasn't kidding this time, and I said, yeah, thanks for playing.
So about an hour later Judge Joyner comes in. "Charlie, are you too busy to see me? I need to talk to you and I've been waiting for an hour." I turn and wait for the smile. No smile. "Well, come on," he says. I get up and follow him. The secretary and the other clerk are right outside the library and they all laugh when I jump up and follow the judge. Ha ha ha. Charlie got clowned. But no worries. Major Floyd has a good sense of humor and has no problem laughing at himself. All in a days work.
