So The Horror Stories Are True…

I have started my life as a document reviewer. Wow. Wow. Wow. 

It really is as horrible as everyone makes it out to be. But way worse. Way way worse. And why? For many reasons really, but mainly because it’s a paper document review-a paper document review with the bulk of the papers dating back to the 70s and 80s. And old documents= old dust. We really do wear gloves and face masks to deal with the massive amounts of dust accompanying these old documents. It’s a very glamorous job. So glamorous in fact that someone even came across a dead, petrified bird in a box on Friday. A fairly typical job hazard for new attorneys, yes? 

Also, the people on the job make me feel even better about the situation. Remember that old Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer claymation movie? If so, do you remember the Island of Misfits from the movie? I work on that island–although it’s not a tropical island locale, it’s a large room in a boring ol’ office building chock full of misfits. Which at least provides for some entertainment. But at the same time it makes me question how I am perceived through others’ eyes…am I too a major social misfit? Probably. Thankfully, I’m assigned a seat by some normalish people so we can be snarky and bitter while we “work” (i.e. go through old dusty papers for 8 hours). 

But, all in all, I am a LOT happier. So, even though it is horrible work and much worse than I ever expected it to be, I am enjoying my life a whole lot more now than I was a few months ago. I  much prefer crappy document review work to working for a jerk who makes life miserable for everyone. A no drama work place means that I can come home and completely forget about the day. A career it is not, but it is not a bad stop-over…as long as I don’t develop black lung from the dust.

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A Recession Depression

Well, I’ve done it. And by “it”, I mean the most idiotic, irresponsible and financially dangerous thing I’ve ever done. Last Wednesday, during the worst economic recession my generation has ever experienced I decided to put in my two weeks notice at my current temp assignment. The same “temp” assignment I’ve been working on for the last 5 months. The same assignment that has managed to put me into the pits of depression, pushed me into a financial crisis because of the low pay, and made me wake up every morning questioning my decision to be a lawyer. So, I guess you could say that though the decision to give my two weeks notice was indeed the most idiotic, irresponsible and financially dangerous thing I’ve ever done-it was also the one thing I could do to start reclaiming my life, reclaiming my happiness, and hopefully, eventually reclaiming a sense of financial security. We’ll see how it goes. I figure it could go one of two ways: either my decision to leave my current job brings me happiness, an improvement in every facet of my life, and maybe, just maybe,  a real job as an attorney, or in the alternative, I wind up living in a tent city, hanging out with hobos and eating a lot of gruel. Either way-I’m ready for the next chapter of my life. Bring it on.

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