34 Days

Ugh! A bar-acquantaince of mine has a counter on his blog. As if it weren't bad enough that the BAR has a daily countdown? No. This gentleman's has days, hours, minutes, seconds. And he tries to outwardly have people believe he's not thinking about it. Well, the only way to not think about it is to not look at your blog. Otherwise, it's a constant reminder that a large part of your fate still looms on the horizon, just out of reach. For another 34 days, that is.

I have some contract work that I should be working on, but it kills me when my friends who passed bitch about being lawyers. Are you kidding me? Especially the ones who had to repeat the exam. Um, weren't you the ones bitching that you didn't pass just a few months ago?

To all of you, especially the repeat takers, who passed: PLEASE don't bitch to me about being a lawyer, making court appearances, having to work, etc. I would gladly trade places in a hearbeat. Yes, I have a great-paying job, even though the subject matter is boring and my boss is occasionally really mean to me. But I don't have a license yet. I can't go to court yet. I can't advise clients yet. Please, for the love of God, please appreciate the gift you've been given and stop bitching to me about how much it stinks. Just for a moment, please realize how blessed you are, lucky, fortunate, whatever adjective you'd like. And if you have to bitch, please don't do it to the girl who would rip out all of her eyelashes to trade places with you.

All this being said, C and C (female and male, you know who you are), I am not talking about you two. I am referring generally to those who have forgotten what a blessing it is to have your license, to get to call yourself "lawyer." I am also specifically referring to other people who probably don't read my blog anyway.

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