I left my heart in Fran Sansisco

Dean Martin sings a version of the song where he's pretending to be drunk. It was only funny the first time I heard it. Each subsequent time, I kind of think to myself, "That Dino. He's such a jokester."

Anyway, I did leave KP back in SF. And two law firms that I'm not sure I like.

I'm a woman. It's no secret, really. I look like I woman and I do not have an androgynous name like "Pat" or "Chris" or "Terry". So, I wonder why, when I go to a firm that has 6 women in an office of 14 they send 5 men to interview me? Beyond the obvious question of why no women were allowed to talk to me, I wonder what was wrong with the other three men. They parked me in a conference room and paraded these men in front of me like I should have been impressed.

The last guy I spoke to tried to give me some interviewing advice by telling me that I should keep my eyes open and look to see if any of the doors were open or shut. I pointed out that I had only seen the elevator lobby and the conference room immediately across froom the lobby so I did not have an opportunity to see any offices, or office doors for that matter. He didn't catch the hint and did not offer to show me around the office. I don't think he was their best marketer.

The second call-back was much better. I enjoyed the people, I spoke with women, and I got to walk through two of the three floors. Although I wasn't exactly uncomfortable, something felt kind of weird about the place. Maybe I just felt weird about interviewing and it had nothing to do with the firm. I'll have to see how the next ones go next week.

It was great to see KP and my friends from Old Saint Mary's. Man, I love San Francisco.