Catfishin’
What’s the difference between a lawyer and a catfish …
After today, I’ve decided that I’d much rather be a catfish than a lawyer. it was a particularly shitty day, highlighted by subordinates fucking up all the shit I asked them to do (I think because I’m not some old white man). In any event, I can’t really blame them for not giving a fuck, because most times I don’t really give a fuck.
I left the office today with that familiar feeling, the one that I had completely forgotten during my time off, that goes some like: I hate my job. I hate lawyering or catfishin’ as the case may be. Its boring and tedious and I don’t like accounting for my entire day in minute increments.
I promised myself upon returning to work this time, that it was going to be different, that I was going to try really really hard to be a super lawyer. Its just not different. I will continue to try, and I will stick it out for several more years if I have to, but I would be lying if I said that a tiny part of me doesn’t hope that the decision not to lawyer is made for me, and I’m kicked to the curb when my review comes up next month.
Happy fishing.
