August 26, 2005

As the ref's whistle blows, this week is over, all but the injury time

The week, thankfully, is drawing to a close. It was a miserable week, by and large. I am not sorry to see it go, no matter how spendthrift that makes me seem with the small amount of time granted to me on this earth. I'm happy to pretend that this week was no different from trying to hold water in my hands, that the week had to drain away no matter what I did. That's the good thing about time, right? That it wounds all heels, or something?

Still, the week has ended / is ending on a positive note and I shall reflect on the highlights here:

*Thank you all for the very kind comments you left and for the private emails you sent me. It was an unlooked for, unexpected kindness, the best kind really.

*Dinner with Simon was really a bright spot. We happily chatted away for 3+ hours and I think it could have been more if I didn't have to catch a train.

*I will note that most weeks generally will not include a trip to the dentist among a list of highlights but this was not most weeks. Being out of the office was just grand. No matter how much discomfort.

*I already had a screening interview for a new job here in NYC. Keeping my fingers crossed. The interview went smashingly well, so we'll just have to see. If it works out, it will mean a career change. That sounds very nice at this point in time. Very nice.

*Just the same, I had a new client come in today for a preliminary consultation. A young guy, younger than me, but successful. Sounds like a nifty little case and one I'd enjoy doing. I'll quote him a fee on Monday and see if he wants to retain me. When I say little, I don't mean to demean him or his 7 figure plus problem, I just mean that it felt very self-contained. But I already see a couple of places where I could change that, change the dynamic of the interactions he's had with the defendants and maybe blow things up a bit. Like starting with disqualifying the defendants' law firm. That always upsets people.

*My kids were flat out joys to be around this week. No qualification possible. I may have the cutest kids in the whole world. Last night, I read "The Enormous Crocodile", by Roald Dahl, to the Girl Child. Couldn't help myself at the end, when Trunky the Elephant is swinging the Enormous Croc around and the Croc says, "Let me go!", from then saying/singing: "I will not let you go . .Let me go. . .I will not let you go. . .Let me go". Shameless, I am. After the reading, the Boy Child crawled up onto the Girl Child's bed and, at the invitation of the Girl Child, lay his little curly blond head on her lap so she could stroke his hair and forehead. He looked up at her and told her that he loved her. I wanted to cry. It was that beautiful, that perfect. Makes all the work stuff seem trivial.

*I got another expression of interest from another head hunter about some in house compliance positions. May not go anywhere at all, but you know what? It don't got to go no where. See, what it is, is hope. Hope is a powerful and uplifting emotion. It can pull you out of the dumps, let you lift your head up and contemplate the horizon a little. Once you see the horizon, you know that the shitty place you may be in at the moment can and will be a memory. Hope lets you imagine a different future and when your present doesn't amuse, a different future is a wonderful thing to be able to muse about. So, I'm enjoying my little shot of hope. I'm even a bit buzzed on it, truth be told. I can see myself in that future and, even if it turns out to suck, it least it would be a different kind of suck. Right?

*Another high point may be that these horrible peasant skirts which are all the rage this summer could be reaching their natural end. I have yet to see a woman look good in a peasant skirt. Really. I wish the fashion industry would stop being run by people who hate women.

I'll leave you with this, which a friend sent me. Seems appropriate:


Posted by Random Penseur at August 26, 2005 02:55 PM | TrackBack

So very glad to see you are still with us.

; )

Posted by: Christina at August 26, 2005 03:27 PM

Glad and relieved to see you posting, and sending you the best for this weekend (and the hunting of your head).

Posted by: Mandarin at August 26, 2005 04:13 PM

Here's to hope.

Cheers, my friend. (klink)

Posted by: Wicked H at August 26, 2005 06:06 PM

LOVE the story about your kids. With my hormones, I would have just cried. Very sweet.

I'm glad you have hope. Good luck with all the feelers you have out there...near or far.

You're right...peasant skirts suck. So, FUKITOL!

(I might have to steal that graphic from you)

Posted by: Linda at August 26, 2005 09:23 PM

Glad the weekend began on a positive note for you.

I may have to borrow that bit about hope, as I've never seen it quite so eloquently phrased.

Posted by: phin at August 26, 2005 10:07 PM

Here's to weeks of nothing but goodness ahead, to compensate for the horrid one just past.

I'm glad it's behind you. Hope it stays there.

And hey! It's Saturday!

Posted by: Jennifer at August 27, 2005 09:56 AM

I cried anyway and I only READ about the kids! God, that was sweet..

And I love Fukitol. Much better than that the Haldol I used to take. ;-P

And great good luck on the new job! A career change, you say? WOW! Awesome! Good luck! :-)

Posted by: Amber at August 27, 2005 02:08 PM

Oh yeah, man - FUCK IT ALL! All the small shit, that is like work, and uh, let's see - Oh yeah, and work!!! And bosses, they suck, too!

Not to sound cavalier, but since my line of work is continually fraught with job's ending and new ones beginning, I got over the fear of not having any income a long time ago. Keep your nose to the grindstone a little, and there will always be an opportunity!!!

In the meantime, family is what is important!!!!!

But you already know that, don't you?

Posted by: Mark at August 27, 2005 06:32 PM

Well, it could be worse. You could have gone and bought that house in New Orleans.

I, of course, don't mean to make light of the situation in N.O.

Posted by: Jessica at August 28, 2005 11:44 PM

Hope is a place where you can endure the unendurable for a protracted length of time, until the magic happens and you're there.

Last summer I was where you are now, but hope is what sustained me and embracing the vision of what I wanted took care of the rest. Where I am today is truly in love with my job at 3 months in. I know you'll get there too. You are both deserving and good.

Posted by: Michele at August 30, 2005 01:21 AM

Sad - that you had such a dumpy week.

Happy - that you found bright spots anyway (then again, with kids, it's not so much finding the bright spots as letting them find you)

Jealous - of dinner with Simon.

Wondering - if you've considered Atlanta. Hehe

Posted by: Jim at August 30, 2005 06:12 AM
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