I have a follow up interview with the bankruptcy firm in Atlanta today at 1pm. Also, I should know about the corporate counsel position on Tuesday. I am a complete nervous wreck. I can see the light at the end of this tunnel. I am afraid that the light is actually a freight train about to run me over. Yet, I am optimistic and hopeful.
The interview went well. The partner that I spend a good bit of time interviewing with used the phrase “Top of the Short List” to describe his thougths about me. I go back next Saturday to see how the firm operates with its clients. I feel like screaming to the top of my lungs with joy. Oh, wait, I did that on the way back home on I-85. Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!
The job hunt continues . . .
The first interview went fine, but the place did not set well with me.
I have two more callbacks to return. One is a bankruptcy firm and the other is a corporate law firm.
Please wish me luck.
Hydromorphone is a form of morphine. It is an evil drug. I have not been able to keep a cogent line of thought for more than a minute for the last few days. On the plus side, you could have cut off a finger or two of mine and I would not have felt it or cared. And it has allowed me to manage the pain of having two kidney stones pass through my system.
A kidney stone is a solid piece of material that forms in the kidney out of substances in the urine.
A stone may stay in the kidney or break loose and travel down the urinary tract. A small stone may pass all the way out of the body without causing too much pain.
A larger stone may get stuck in a ureter, the bladder, or the urethra. A problem stone can block the flow of urine and cause great pain.
Plus, this is the reason Donzell had to leave the SGATLiens anniversary earlier, and what caused him to spend the rest of Saturday night into Sunday Morning at the Gwinnett Medical Center
Although I enjoy being a public defender, the pay stinks. I am tired of struggling from paycheck to paycheck. I have been present an opportunity that if I am hired, then I would get paid a lot of money. We are talking around 2 to 3 times more than what I am getting right now. The only drawback is that I would be glorified paper-pusher. This should be a no-brainer. I should pursue the opportunity that would pay me more. Yet, I am torn; I am hesitant; I am fearful. Why? What is my problem? Why do I want work at job that pays me nothing and robs me of my soul, my life, and my sanity? What the hell is wrong with me?
As I approach another birthday, someone posed the following query to me: Would you go back to being a teenager with all the knowledge that you have now? I responded with an emphatic “No.” To have that kind of knowledge would deprive the seminal joy of growing up: learning to find your own way in the world.
Just my two cents worth. Care to posit a contrary point of view?