You can take the girl out of the restaurant...

2.55pm

It's gorgeous outside. Why am I sitting outside the law school blogging instead of heading down to the marina and getting on a boat?

As I was walking to Zeb with a friend, a woman stopped us and asked where the restroom was. My friend told her it was "that way" and made a vague pointing gesture. I told her to follow me and started walking.

"Is this like at Safeway, where they lead you to the vegetables?" she asked.

"Sorry," I said. "I'm really bad at directions. Besides, I'm used to working in a restaurant where we lead people to the bathrooms."

Even after a semester and a bit at law school, I still identify myself as "industry".