I don't want to be a lawyer anymore. There can be little argument that the world needs another one, and, surely, it can do without me. I'm confident there is a contrarian out there who would disagree, but I truly cannot fathom a less creative existence. The law is built upon precedent. In other words, every argument you make is predicated on something that has come before. When you ask a judge to do something, your argument is essentially, "Judge, you need to do XYZ because that's how it's always been done in similar circumstances, and here's 43 pounds of poorly written caselaw to support this position."
Sadly, it may be too late for me. During my downtime I've investigated alternate avenues of employment. Hell, I'd love to do something where I could write or be otherwise creative in an unacademic setting. Unfortunately, for such positions, no one wants to take a flyer on guy whose spent the last three years of his life putting crackheads in jail for a living.
And yes, to no avail, I've offerred to work for peanuts. I suppose for every job I'd be interested in there are 300 people in line before me whose daddy is the boss' golfing buddy, or, more justifiably, at least have a significant amount of academic experience beyond my own in the field. Why should I expect anyone to stick their neck out for me, right?
It's funny. When I left the Prosecutors office to come out here they threw me a party. And, needless to say, there was a card signed by the whole office. Just about everyone wrote something like, "Good Luck in L.A.", "Make sure you stay in touch", or "We're gonna miss ya!" That is, everyone except the big man himself--the County Prosecutor. He only had one word to offer:
"Return?"
I guess he might have already known what I am just beginning to understand.
So, there you have it. The next bar exam approaches and once I take it--it's all over. That would pretty much be the point of no return.
Until then, I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS....
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Sadly, it may be too late for me. During my downtime I've investigated alternate avenues of employment. Hell, I'd love to do something where I could write or be otherwise creative in an unacademic setting. Unfortunately, for such positions, no one wants to take a flyer on guy whose spent the last three years of his life putting crackheads in jail for a living.
And yes, to no avail, I've offerred to work for peanuts. I suppose for every job I'd be interested in there are 300 people in line before me whose daddy is the boss' golfing buddy, or, more justifiably, at least have a significant amount of academic experience beyond my own in the field. Why should I expect anyone to stick their neck out for me, right?
It's funny. When I left the Prosecutors office to come out here they threw me a party. And, needless to say, there was a card signed by the whole office. Just about everyone wrote something like, "Good Luck in L.A.", "Make sure you stay in touch", or "We're gonna miss ya!" That is, everyone except the big man himself--the County Prosecutor. He only had one word to offer:
"Return?"
I guess he might have already known what I am just beginning to understand.
So, there you have it. The next bar exam approaches and once I take it--it's all over. That would pretty much be the point of no return.
Until then, I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS....
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As the above entry is a little too morbidly self-indulgent, here is a little diversion for y'all...
Why you want to sit next to Lara Flynn Boyle on an airplane.
Click Here
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The other night at Voda when that ass started talking about the war....what you did was B R I L L I A N T!!!!!
First you let him talk and dig a hole for himself.
Then you asked him all these questions that on the surface seemed completely general but you knew exactly what you were doing.
Five minutes later you were able to string together every answer he gave you to completely rip apart his argument.
AND I NEVER SAW YOU SWEAT! IT WAS EFFORTLESS FOR YOU!
If you can use all that to help people, you SHOULD.
Also.....
it is very sexy to watch you do your thing like that.
What do you really like to do?