Confessions of a Laid-off Lawyer

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

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Get A Move On

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Total Red: $234,846.52

My sister telephoned on Thursday evening just as I was leaving the building of the contract attorney job.  In most instances, I never answer my telephone.  Typically I’m working and therefore never take calls unless it’s urgent.  Frankly I find it unprofessional the way contract attorneys—or anyone for that matter—answers their cellphones in public, quite often wherever they themselves, and just start up a conversation.  Nearly always it’s not that important.  But in the Era of On-Demand, people expect to be able to access you always and instantly.  With my work schedule, however, and personal cell phone policy—that rarely happens—to the chagrin of my family and friends.  But tonight I answered because I was leaving work.  Keep reading . . .

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April 16, 2010 at 23:58

More More More

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Total Red: $229,108.48

All day long a non-existent Lady Gaga tune has been going through my head.  An imaginary earworm, if you will.  In that husky voice of hers, she chants “More More More” and sings about all the people pulling at her.  Since this past weekend, I’ve felt the same.  It started with an email from my sister scolding me for not calling my mother.  Credit card companies won’t let up.  Even commenters are getting a bit demanding.  And now the temp job too.  Can you hear her?  More more more . . . . Keep reading . . .

To Confess or Not to Confess

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Total Red: $231,191.81

I arrived back in Scranton just after four o’clock.  My sister had sent me a text message at 1 p.m., while I was still in New York, telling me that my mother wanted her car back by 4 p.m.  It takes about two hours or so to drive from New York to Scranton.  Her abrupt text left me just barely enough time.  So, I grabbed a big bag of laundry, hopped in the car, and drove west.  Somewhere in the middle of New Jersey a flash of white heat overtook me when I realized that I had forgotten the paperwork that I had driven all the way out there to retrieve.  I actually found myself in a cold sweat.  I don’t think that has ever happened to me before.  And frankly it’s all because of my sister.  Or I suppose I should say because of the power I give her over me. Keep reading . . .