Confessions of a Laid-off Lawyer

Just Your Average Joe Blogging Away His Debt—In One Year or Less

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Full Steam

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Total Black: $4,520,10
Total Red: $240,969.50

Ahead!  And tally ho.  Shiver me timbers too.  And all that other jazz.  It’s time to get situated and settled in at my new home.  Time to get “Born again Cruzan” as the bumper stickers here say.  Keep reading . . .

Thank You, Thank You, Mama!

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Total Black: $4,074.17
Total Red: $242,186.50

There’s no chance that my mother would ever see this blog.  Not unless I were to print out each entry for her to read, I suppose.  So I understand that this post is a bit misdirected.  But that said, I wanted to express my inability to ever properly thank my mother for all of her help.  Keep reading . . .

The Parent Trap

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Total Black: $427.04
Total Red: $231,084.38

A few days back, a reader posted a comment accusing me of siphoning from my mother’s retirement nest egg.  It’s prayed on my mind for a while now, so I thought I’d address it directly.  Certainly it’s an area where I’m vulnerable.  I suppose in America, the land of bootstraps, leaning on anyone else leaves you open to criticism. Keep reading . . .

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November 15, 2009 at 23:25

Mothers

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Total Black: $38.60
Total Red: $227,972.40

Not much to write today.  I’m furiously typing to get in under the radar.  It’s nearly Monday as I write, which would mean a day without a post, if time did run out.  That can’t happen–not this early in the game.

So, before I even started my day, my mother called to tell me about an ad for temporary attorney work that a friend of hers spotted in the classified section of the Scranton newspaper.  I made some excuse to end the call.  Yes, it’s sweet and thoughtful and all that other fluff that we feed each other because we don’t want to offend the karma spirits or come across as ungrateful or disrespectful.  But my mother’s friends should not be looking through classified ads for jobs for me.  Has it gotten that bad?  Probably not.  I’d swear that my mother rents those flying banner ads that trail behind airplanes: “MY SON GOT LAID-OFF”  I don’t understand why everyone knows this.  Yes, I see the irony in that I’m pretty much putting up my own electronic flying banner through this blog.  But I’ve not shared my identity.  At least not yet anyway. Keep reading . . .