Posts Tagged ‘laid-off’
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Total Red: $269,947.74
This is the end. My only friends. The end. Of my elaborate plans. The end. Can’t you picture what could’ve been? So limitless and free. Desperately in need . . . of some . . . stranger’s hand. In my desperate land. It hurts to set you free. But you’ll never follow me. This is, after all, the end. Keep reading . . .
Total Black: $3,163.08
Total Red: $270,855.95
Having a job that does not require weekend hours leaves me with much more free time than I’ve had in years. That free time has freed me to read a few of the other blogs out there that chronicle the current state of the legal profession. A few have included this blog on their blogroll. Aside: I never instituted a blogroll. I noted back in Fiftieth Post that I wasn’t much of a blog-reader. Tides are turning a bit. Keep reading . . .
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Total Red: $245,724.55
When it rains, it pours, eh? And when it’s shines . . . it’s hot? Not sure what a corollary to that old adage would be, but today goes down in the books. The blog broke a few records. Read the rest of this entry »
Total Black: $904.72
Total Red: $241,059.05
I vacillated this morning for about two hours, going back and forth between going to work to put a few hours in and just staying home and relaxing. Even though I went in to the court yesterday, after the day I mentioned in Limits and Liens and Loans, I couldn’t get anything done. My mind wasn’t on my work. So today, I just said screw it and relaxed today.
Instead of worrying all day, which won’t get anything accomplished anyway, I watched some television, read a book, and updated my blog posts. And, just around sundown, I hopped in the pool and shot a few pictures from my iPhone of the sun sinking into the Caribbean Sea.
It’s good to rest every now and then.
Total Black: $2,425.73
Total Red: $241,855.21
Today I became a law clerk. And after 592 days, I am no longer laid-off. Keep reading . . .
Total Black: $2,893.81
Total Red: $241,487.55
Today started around 3am with a drive to the Philadelphia airport for a 7:30am flight to San Juan, Puerto Rico. Nearly eighteen hours later, I was in my new apartment on St. Croix. What a day. Keep reading . . .