Another great post from the People’s Therapist. (via Above the Law)
Isn’t it sad when the best you can say about your job is that it’s “not horrible”? I can certainly relate to these unfortunately too-common sentiments among young lawyers:
You’ve realized law school was a mistake – and the thought of your loans makes you queasy. If you get through the day without being criticized or given some god-awful assignment, you can go home and try to sleep. That’s a good day.
Yep, that was as good as it got.
The week before Thanksgiving, my client reminded this partner he’d be away for the actual day of the holiday – Thanksgiving Day – to visit his wife’s family.
The partner looked shocked at this effrontery. “Will you be available remotely?” He asked.
Now that’s horrible. Do some people have no souls?
At a big law firm, it’s hard to imagine a life containing meaning or pleasure. This is a legal career: You exchange human misery for money, which pays loans.
Not horrible is limbo. Purgatory. The doldrums.
And it is also not living.