The Lights Go Out And I Can't Be Saved

I wrote an e-mail to several friends letting them know that the first attempt to re-enter BigLaw didn't work out. One friend wrote back something so deep it's obvious, which is the following:

"At some point you (and a couple of our other classmates) are going to have to examine the fact that you have not liked working at ANY law firm you have been at. If you drove a Mercedes, a Hyundai a Ford and VW and didn't like any of them, it's time to get a motorcycle."

Very true, and very astute. My response? "Actually, I'm waiting for the personal jet pack - risky, chance of self-immolation, but if it works, I'll fly."

Gotta make that choice soon.