So I have completed a week at my old law firm. For those joining the party late, or if I did a crapola job of explaining it, if I ever did, I have returned to the site of my previous employment, the job I left to join my love in the great desert of New Mexico. The job that I was plopped into, stress-filled days of trying to figure out how much to pay the candy vendor and to not screw up the payroll of the hardest working staff in legal. I had also been their star paralegal for some years before I became their wackiest administrator, one of which saw me spending time in a hotel room for an extended period of time.
And here we are. I drove a long distance to get back to my old digs. I started work the next morning and it was simply the same. Nothing had changed except a few haircuts, the kids had gotten a bit older, and I had put on a few pounds.
I am working here while my replacement, the Mother Hen of the firm, the loveliest paralegal/administrator/crap-cleaner-upper, has a kid. She was fully cooked and ready to pop when I hit city limits.
My thoughts on the first week? I love legal. I love this group of crazies. I love big cities. This job is where I fit. It is high intensity, stressful and challenging. The people are the hardest working, driven and funniest fools I have ever seen together.
Yet, I am going crazy. I hate hotel living. I feel like a fish out of water. Flopping around today, trying to figure out what to do. I am not home, even though I wish I was. I wish I could transport my life to Houston again. But my life is in New Mexico. My life is that wonderful man who slaves away in the oil patch. The one that is flopping around my home right now, complaining that it doesn’t feel right without me there.
Babe, I miss you. I would give up daily All-You Can Eat Sushi specials to be back in Oil Capital, NM, with my love.
But don’t check my suitcase, there could be a mackerel in there.
September 8, 2007
Welcome Back, Kotter
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As you know, I also work in the legal field. I don't think I love it as much as you. I feel quite indifferent about it, but it pays the bills. I wish you could find something that makes you feel this happy and fulfilled in Oil Town. I guess life is just never quite perfect though. Dang it. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.
I don't know how you're living in a hotel. I couldn't do that! Hang in there....
I think part of it is what type of law (love me some litigation - PI and construction defect), and the folks you work with. I love solving things, trying to figure things out, which is why I loved being a paralegal. As an admin, you are all over the place, one minute in Excel spreadsheets, the next trying to get the ice maker to stop spewing water on the floor.
And I can't say enough about the people you work with. I love that group.
Awwww...that was so sweet!
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