As part of my duties with the Supreme Court of Palau, I handle recruiting for the next set of three court counsel to replace the three of us who are currently here until the end of the summer. As a result, large stacks of applications are dropped onto my desk every morning so I can dig through them and look for particularly promising applicants to recommend for the court to interview.

This task can become a little daunting so to liven it up I have started reading all of the cover letters out loud in a provocative voice. It makes each one sound a lot more interesting. Skeptical? Try reading the rest of this post that way. You will not be disappointed.

Having applied for exactly 1,000,000 jobs in the last 4 or 5 years, including this very position, I definitely do not relish in the thought that we must decline so many wonderful people. Every time I place an applicant in the rejection pile, I find myself saying things out loud like, "I'm sorry Sally! I wish I could take you in! We just don't have room for everyone!" And ohmygosh I think I finally understand how cat hoarders feel!

I'm in the process of applying for jobs myself now since my experience in Palau will be coming to an end before too long. So far trying to network with law firms, or whomever, from a tiny dot in the middle of the Pacific Ocean has felt exactly like online dating. Not that I know what that's like. Not that I think there is anything wrong with knowing what that's like. Not that I think there was any implication that there was anything wrong with knowing what that's like. Not that . . . oh my gosh look A BIRD!

To help the job search process along, I have decided to make a quick trip to the U.S. at the end of April. Thanks to the help of a few very good friends, I have been able to establish some contacts with offices that I'll be meeting with at that time. I'll be visiting Salt Lake City and Washington D.C. And if any of you out there are connected with any law offices in either of those two cities who are hiring or would be willing to meet with me on my U.S. tour, please let me know. There may be a kitten Snuggie with an embroidered "1 + 1 = furrrever" in it for you if I do find a job through you. Shameless plug, I know. But whatever. If I somehow end up finding my next job through this post I will be living proof that one can find employment by blogging about cats and Snuggies for five years.

Take that, Bob and Cathie.

By the way, we need to come up with a catchy name for this April tour. I WON'T COME WITHOUT A CATCHY NAME. Any suggestions out there?

Oh, and for those of you who are still reading this in a provocative voice----I hope you have a very steamy day.

~It Just Gets Stranger