Last night, I had a variation of a horrible, recurring dream that I have: I am back in a law office. Last night, I had just been hired and my desk was in this huge office full of other lawyer's desks. And the boss man was telling us that we couldn't even listen to radios. I spoke up and said, "That's ridiculous! I always play a radio in my classroom" and The Man looked at me and said, "You aren't a teacher any more."
Yikes!
Phew! Just a dream.
Eleven years ago today began my law nightmare. It was MLK Day, 1998. I was about to begin my first real law job in a real law firm (after spending a wonderful year clerking in the prosecutor's office in Detroit). From Day One, it was fairly obvious that it was not a "good fit", as they say. I remember getting there before 8 (hours were 8 until "at least 6"...taking a lunch was frowned upon), dressed in my little suit with my briefcase.
The Ho's-Beast who was to be my boss was rude and nasty from the first second. For my first day, she had me read a bankruptcy horn book for 10 hours. I wish I were making this up, but I'm not. I did take my lunch break (gasp!!) and managed not to fall asleep for the other 9 hours. You cannot learn bankruptcy from reading a book...at least I can't. When I left at 6pm that night, she frowned at me, as if I was supposed to stay until 8 reading something that was, excitement-wise, the equivalent of reading the instructions to a porta-potty written in Pict.
The job just went downhill from there until, 5 weeks after I started, I was swiftly and mercilessly "let go". I should have let go the whole law idea, but I'm a trooper and found the next job, and the next, and the next. Each one sucking more and more and more.
On the plus side, I did write a book about it!! For reals, Homes. It'll never get published, but it's on my laptop if anyone wants to see it.
On the double dog plus side, Ho's Beast got fired from that firm (she was a partner and was still asked to leave) and also seemed to be fired (or laid off) from her subsequent job. It is also interesting to note that this beast made many comments--in the five weeks I knew her--about how much she hated kids. And her husband didn't like kids. And they weren't having any. Trust me, the beast hated kids with a deep, dark passion. Yet, she still bred years later. She could have changed her mind, I suppose, but still she bred. I fear for that kid because when you stand by this beast, you are standing by pure evil. (That's a quote from another lawyer, btw).
As I said, this was 1998 and the work week was at least 50 hours. For this suffering, new lawyers were paid $40,000 BUT there were no benefits! No health insurance, no retirement. For the privilege of having health insurance, you had to pay "a couple of grand" (so said the fat, smelly, Funyun-breathed multi-millionaire head partner).
And this was one of the better paying firms, Homes. I'm not frontin'.
Why do I love teaching? Let me count the ways....