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The Jury’s Out on Lunch

November 14, 2011
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Last week was my first of my two jury duty summons and it came and went with little fanfare – I called the night before and they didn’t need me. Crisis averted. Of course with this “thanks but no thanks” I got a little full of myself and figured that I’d get just as lucky the second time. This means that I spent Friday wrapping up a variety of small tasks and leaving the bulk of a project due end of business on Monday to finish…on Monday.

You can see where my analysis went awry can’t you?

At some point on Friday evening I realized that there was no way someone went in to plug the Monday-juror message into the system on Sunday so I called Friday evening. I was right, the message for Monday’s standby jurors was ready and waiting….and I needed to come in. The large swear word heard around the world was me, for that my apologies. Hopefully your sensitive kiddos were already in bed, because it was a string of words not to be repeated.  Don’t worry though, I plan on showing up since I have long heralded our jury system as being important & worthy of everyone’s time.

As a result I spent all day Sunday watching football and working. Nothing spells “yay jury duty” then finishing up deadlines so you can traipse down to the courthouse, but there I was, working away. I figured if I was going to get anything good out of the situation I’d make fun lunch plans near the court house so I texted Grace (from Law with Grace) to see if she wanted a lunch buddy. She responded that she’d love to, but she had a jury trial scheduled to start Monday morning so she wasn’t sure if she could.

This is where we pause so you can imagine the sound of the wheels turning after she sent that text and I read it.

Jury duty.

Jury trial.

Hey-oooooooo.

I mean, we figure this is a sure fire way to make sure I don’t end up serving. Just be best friends forever with one of the attorneys in the courtroom.

Genius. Cannot believe we didn’t think of this earlier.

(And our lunch plans are on hold pending the results of the morning. We figured if her trial goes and I end up in the potential juror pool for that courtroom, even if I’m kicked off we probably shouldn’t eat lunch together. THE APPEARANCE OF IMPROPRIETY IS NOT OUR MONDAY AGENDA.)

 

The Beast We Call Student Loans

October 28, 2011
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Earlier this week rumors started to swirl that President Obama was going to do something to help American’s overwhelmed with student loan debt.

As someone who is – to put it mildly- overwhelmed with student loan debt, I was cautiously optimistic.

When the deal was first reported it sounded like exactly what my husband and I needed; a lowered Income Based Repayment percentage (10% of annual income after taxes instead of 15%) and the ability to consolidate your federal and your private loans. As a family with a whopping amount of both federal and private loans, from different lenders, with different interest rates, and scattered places to write our monthly checks, this too sounded fantastic. One provider. One payment. It was too good to be true.

As it turns out, it was too good to be true.

The income based repayment was only for loans taken out in certain years, not the years our loans were taken out, and the “consolidation” of federal and private loans was grossly over stated, what they meant was federally backed FFEL loans taken out from a private lender. Not the same thing. Not even remotely.

After my 12 hours of pure joy I was crushed. We were back where we started, spending more than 20% of our income on student loan payments and hardly scratching the surface of the principal.

Yes, we chose to go to a private law school. We chose to borrow the “full amount” which is what the school and government determine is the amount of money that will cover both your tuition, books and living expenses for the year. Until the 2006-2007 school year, the full amount was much higher than what you could get with federal loans, so students needing the full amount had to turn to private lenders. (We realize, other choices could have been made, but they were not, we didn’t go to state schools, we didn’t borrow smaller amounts, and we can’t change where we are today.)

No big deal! our law school told us, That is what everyone does. Here, just pick a lender and we have all the paperwork you need over here.

We signed the forms. We borrowed the money. We will pay it back. It just might take us until our 60′s.

The private lenders are – for lack of a better phrase- real assholes about the payment plans. They offer little wiggle room, “income based repayment” is a joke and when you try to explain yes, you see, the economy is very bad right now, so my job doesn’t pay me very much so I’m sorry but I can’t afford $500 a month on your payment, I have two other student loan payments to make every month in addition to my regular bills and expenses their answer is “Well these were the terms you agreed to when you signed the forms X number of years ago.”

Yes, well, I also signed those forms during a time of economic prosperity, but I suppose that is neither here nor there.

I took a gamble, albeit one that I thought was fairly low-risk and smart (lets see…I’ll invest in my education, which enhances my earning potential and can increase the ability to give back to society financially and with my smarts!) and in this instance, the house won. The house won big. I’m reminded of this every month as I sign checks and lick envelopes. Did you know if you default on student loans you can lose your Medicare eligiblity? That student loans are not dischargeable in bankruptcy? (Not that we are considering either of those options, but they are certainly something to consider if you are thinking about taking out student loans today.)

We actually don’t talk much about the amount we owe on student loans. The number is so big it is frightening, the equivalent of a mortgage on a very fancy condo, sadly the condo in this case is defined by a large piece of paper with our names on it. We haven’t even framed our law degrees, they are sitting flat in a safe spot. What is the point? To show our friends, all in the same boat we are?

Check out my $150,000 piece of art! It even has my name on it! Look, we have TWO.

No thanks. We all have the same personalized piece of art. And until we are done paying it off, it isn’t very much fun to look at.

I’m sure by 2060 the cost of framing will be much lower anyway. See, I’m saving money!

When we thought the new plan might apply to us we daydreamed about what we would do with the extra money in our pockets. The list was short, we had grand plans of buying a modest American made car to replace the one we have, and a secondary plan of…putting the rest into savings and retirement funds. But alas, the plan was not meant to be for us, so we will continue on the way we are.

Month by month. Check by check. Slowly trying to wrangle the beast of the loans, a beast so large and shadowy and slippery you can never really get a firm hold on it, but still, we try. I don’t begrudge the people that the new plans helps…but I think we are lying to ourselves if we say they are the only ones struggling with student loans.

One day, I suppose, it will have all been worth it.

Civic Duty

October 17, 2011
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On Friday afternoon I received a jury summons in my mailbox.

My fourth jury summons since I moved to Chicago.

Now before you even begin thinking about this (and the statistical odds) let me just say that I already know what you are going to say:

I’ve never gotten a jury summons…..I’d love to serve on a jury! 

I know. Do you know how I know you have never gotten a jury summons? Because I am busy being summoned for everyone I’ve ever met. Basically, if you meet me, you don’t have to worry about jury duty, because I will get it for you! Thank the cosmos. I moved to Chicago in 2005 and didn’t get my first summons until the summer of 2006….. my point being, that is a lot of summonses since 2006, especially considering my husband has never been summoned. Now, I believe jury duty is an important civic duty so I will schlep on down to the courthouse only to have one of two things happen (trust me I’m a pro):

1. I will sit in the jury room all day and I will never even be in the group that goes back to the coatroom for voir dire.

2. I will go into a courtroom for voir dire and the judge will look at where I used to work, what my husband does, and skip me in the round of questioning. This makes me super special with all the other jurors who figure the judge is my Dad or I’m a wanted felon. I typically go with the wanted felon route, it helps me get my best pick of the vending machines during the lunch period. (Do not read this to mean that lawyers cannot be picked on juries, but some lawyers work places that make them incredibly biased in the eyes of the court, and I just so happen to be one of those people. Yay old job! I’ve seen a lawyer put on a jury three times, so really, it isn’t impossible.)

All of this boils down to the fact that I’m having to go and do this for a fourth time and I’m really……annoyed? Perturbed? Wondering why any one of my 5073 friends who tell me brightly “I’ve never been summoned” can’t have their turn. I MEAN FAIR IS FAIR HERE PEOPLE.

Now, before you lecture me about the importance of serving: I know. Our jury system is incredibly special and unique and frankly, everyone should register to vote and enter the pool of eligible jurors. It really is important, and if I ever was selected, I’m assuming it would be a neat experience. As someone who used to help pick juries, it would be an amazing insight into the other side. The ability to be judged by a jury of your peers….it makes me happy just thinking about it.

But as someone who has already been a part of the process three times, I’m ready to hand over the crown.

Anyone? Anyone?

 

Trifecta of Winning

August 17, 2011
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When I was a kid my Mom made breakfast most mornings. My brother and I would rush around packing our backpacks, my Dad would make coffee and if I was lucky I could snag the comics section of the paper. I was always a little puzzled by Dilbert, the iconic comic about office life. I was an elementary school student and this portrayal of office life seemed odd to me.

Dilbert Comic 

Surely being a working grunt wasn’t that……mundane? Office life wasn’t that….bizarre? As a kid I wondered if working an office automatically made you a little weirder, if water cooler talk and cube etiquette became your new normal. And then I became a lawyer and found my answer.

As much as I like both my job and my coworkers (and my bosses are not like the one above thank goodness) there is no denying that cube land is weird. I thought I was immune to stereotypes, but Monday I found myself literally fist pumping the air in the hallway after scoring a trifecta of awesome at the vending machine – and I realized I was one of those office drones. After all, who gets that excited over a vending machine win times three? Only someone who works in an office. These are things office people celebrate.

The trifecta of awesome you ask?

  • The machine took both my wrinkly dollar bills without spitting them back out 74 times, forcing me to try to straighten them out over the edge of the machine while swearing under my breath about the lack of available quarters in my change purse. WHY SO MANY PENNIES IN THERE?
  • Then the machine had my drink selection. This is probably the most important part of the trifecta, because my office only has Pepsi machines, which I find abhorrent. When I get a drink from the machine I always pick a bottle of water, and when my selection choice is empty I’m forced to either get my money back and trudge back to cube land parched, or purchase a Pepsi. No thank you.
  • Finally, the final leg of the trifecta: my change was returned to me in quarters. Anyone who has paid for a drink that costs $1.25 with two $1 bills and then gets their change in nickels knows what I’m talking about. That is a lot of nickels and then my change purse is full of pennies and nickels, the most useless change ever.
And with that expert analysis, followed by a giddy hop and a gulp of my icy cold water, I realized I had just become the character of a Dilbert strip. But I’d scored the trifecta of the vending machine awesomeness, so I figured you win some and you lose some. And I won that round.
 
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In other news, I was nominated for Chicago’s Most Valuable Blogger and the voting is open every day between now and September. If you are so inclined you could vote for me in the “lifestyle” category. Some of my friends are nominated in other categories, so I suppose you could vote for them too.
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