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Lawyer

I took a year off between my swanky women’s col­lege and my super-expensive law school to work.  Actu­ally, I didn’t get in to the first set of schools I applied to, and I didn’t apply to a safety, so I had to take time off. The sec­ond go round, I did get in to a top tier school, but didn’t make the mis­take of apply­ing only to the Ivies. Silly me.

I would have loved to do pub­lic inter­est law after law school, and did in fact apply and get a num­ber of inter­views. How­ever, flu­ency in Span­ish and French notwith­stand­ing, middle-class white woman tend to be mis­trusted as new hires– we get mar­ried and have babies.  It’s true, to a cer­tain extent, but I’m still a bit bitter.

Instead, I took a clerk­ship with the state court sys­tem and learned how to be a lawyer. It was an excel­lent oppor­tu­nity, and I have huge respect for the front line trial judges who have to hear motions and pre­side over civil and crim­i­nal tri­als day in and day out. I also gained enor­mous respect for the clerks, court offi­cers, and law librar­i­ans who sup­port the enter­prise. From there, I entered pri­vate prac­tice, and have worked in one form or another of insur­ance defense law since. That means I lit­i­gate cases, go to court a fair amount, and live my life by the “bill­able hour” the unit of mea­sure by which 60 actual hours of your life turn into 45 ones you can bill to the client.

I’ve worked at big­ger firms and smaller firms, doing a vari­ety of insur­ance defense work. Along the way, I’ve been cer­ti­fied as a medi­a­tor, and I would like to do more of that. I am con­cerned by the sta­tus quo– not so much the legal sys­tem per se, as the aston­ish­ing lack of insight that lawyers fail to bring to bear on the extremely inhu­mane con­di­tions in which we prac­tice. The hours, the speed of prac­tice, the adver­sar­ial way in which we treat not only our oppo­nents but our col­leagues, the stereo­types we con­tinue to apply to our­selves, pre­vent­ing our­selves from being fem­i­nine, col­lab­o­ra­tive, human.

After some time off between an old firm and my cur­rent one, dur­ing which time I decided that work­ing with grownups and hav­ing time to do other things besides work, I’ve got­ten to a place where I think I’m learn­ing to not put so much of my heart into the work– while putting all of my brain in.  So far, it’s been less stress­ful, with no change in the results for my client.  Tak­ing it all less per­son­ally has been good for me.  That I’m work­ing at a firm where intel­li­gence is val­ued and rewarded, and peo­ple under­stand the impor­tance of main­tain­ing an even tem­per can only help.

I ini­tially blogged anony­mously because I was afraid to get Dooced. Since I started, though, I’ve become less con­cerned about what peo­ple think, and more con­cerned with hon­or­ing the truth as I see it, even if it’s some­thing that knocks me out of the run­ning for job. I’ve been telling polit­i­cal half-truths for too long, and I’m tired.

Though it should go with­out say­ing, any­thing you read on this site that per­tains to the law is purely an expres­sion of my opin­ion. It is not legal advice. I am not your lawyer. You are not my client, unless you have a let­ter from me, signed in actual ink. You can, how­ever, rely that the tales I tell here are the truth as I see them. You can also call me on any­thing you think is bull­shit. It’s OK– I’m a lawyer, I get paid to fight.

As of late 2009, I’m tak­ing time off from being a lawyer and focus­ing on writ­ing, read­ing, and see­ing what else life holds besides try­ing to be Pro­fes­sion­ally Right All The Time.  I’m work­ing in a book­store.  I’m pretty damned happy.  The hours were killing me, the respon­si­bil­ity was mak­ing me more nuts than I already was.

I like books.  I (mostly) like work­ing with peo­ple.  And the store’s less than two miles from my house.  You need a book rec­om­men­da­tion?  I am your gal.  Some­day, I’ll be able to talk more specif­i­cally about the whys and where­fores about leav­ing law.  For now, I’m focus­ing on just doing the best work I can in my cur­rent position.

5 Responses to “Lawyer”

  1. Rose says:

    Hi,
    My Name is Rose and I came across your site and think it is won­der­ful.
    I suf­fer from depression,anxiety,panic attacks.
    I think you are an amaz­ing per­son to share your story and I am lucky to have read your story.
    I am from Aus­tralia a long way where you are from but men­tal ill­ness does not care about the miles.

    best wishes to you
    Rose

  2. beatnikchik says:

    I’ve been telling polit­i­cal half-truths for too long, and I’m tired.”

    Word.

    beat­nikchiks last blog post..for­tune cookie

  3. Maureen says:

    Boy, your post brought back mem­o­ries! I con­vo­cated with my LLB in 1991, the last of the classes with about 30%+ being women. I was eons ahead of my time in under­stand­ing legal trends. The pro­fes­sion has never ceased to sur­prise me as to how back­wards and unpro­gres­sive it can be. I had thought that time would improve things for women, that as our num­bers increased, our rep­re­sen­ta­tion would too and change would occur. It seems to have hap­pened a bit, but not to my lik­ing: too many women are quit­ting. I might be on the verge of re-entering, this time on my terms and on a more egal­i­tar­ian basis.

    Mau­reens last blog post..oven quan­daries

  4. Rebecca says:

    Hello,
    I’m cur­rently study­ing for the LSATs, which I signed up for at like 1 AM a week ago dur­ing a rather manic mood… and due to the won­ders of online pay­ment, I can’t exactly take it back. My boyfriend just left for three months to bike across Amer­ica, which is hard on me. I’m a lit­tle bit bipo­lar myself and have been almost too down to study so I did a google search for “bipo­lar lawyer” just to prove to myself it is pos­si­ble. I mean, of course it is pos­si­ble! hah, but I’m just happy to see it. Any­ways, back to studying…

  5. I have to tell you, this is how I felt about pol­i­tics. You know, I’m pretty proud of my accom­plish­ments, but I can’t live life prov­ing that I can suc­ceed and mind-numbing eye­ball scratch­ing, claw­ing my way to the top. I don’t really need to prove tal­ent to myself. More than any­thing, if I could float through life lis­ten­ing to music, eat­ing, drink­ing, and being merry, a career in some­thing doesn’t sound so enticing.

    Where I was work­ing in Vir­ginia, it was really fas­ci­nat­ing to watch statewide pol­i­tics. The party decided who they wanted to tar­get, and because it’s all about money, it’s use­less to try to build rela­tion­ships. Field work­ers are just there to make sure peo­ple get their chum. I’m sur­prised my can­di­date could even remem­ber my name.…. i’d be here typ­ing all day to illus­trate how ‘f’d’ up it all is.

    And I hated most when peo­ple just assumed you couldn’t under­stand their strate­gies. And you get to the office the next day after work­ing around the clock to learn that a plan has changed based on a lun­cheon they’d all had together while you were on the phones beg­ging for votes all day.

    And don’t get me started on how they were soooooo happy that a black girl was sent from d.c. because i pro­vided just the right diver­sity they needed. I’m was think­ing, “um, ass­holes, I’m not like, the black peo­ple whis­perer. I was raised wealthy and on pro­duc­tion sets. These peo­ple would be more com­fort­able with a red­neck than my alien species of black.” …sigh. But of course, I had to go to church every sun­day with my can­di­date. I WAS RAISED LUTHERAN, not south­ern bap­tist. The only time i waived my hand in the air at church was to swat a gnat. I look just as unco­or­di­nated as you, miss Cal­i­for­nia Hip­pie Candidate!