Confessions of a Laid-off Lawyer

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

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What’s In a Name?

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Total Black: $3,497.43
Total Red: $270,410.31

A rose, by any other name, right?  That’s what Shakespeare claimed.  Not always if its your first name.  I walked into a very interesting conversation this afternoon between Officemate and Other Law Clerk.  Other Law Clerk was talking about the crazy names black mothers give to their children.  She’s taken this on as her cause, compiling a list.  She’s already at 700.  It’s the first time I’ve ever heard a black person expressing frustration with names like Ququisha or J’Wona.  I’ll have to let her know she’s not alone.  Chris, of Stuff Black People Hate, agrees.  One name she noted really floored me: Le-a.  I would not ever have guessed how that name is pronounced.  Keep reading . . .

Working From Home

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Total Black: $511.87
Total Red: $229,875.12

Just one of those days.  Not much to report.  I picked up my suit from the dry cleaners this morning.  Figured I’d have it cleaned for Monday’s interview.  I worked at the contract attorney gig from 11am to 6pm with a break in between for the gym.  Then I worked the theatre gig tonight: the second night of my weekly weekend head usher shifts.  Even tonight’s show was uneventful—well, with the exception of two groups of about ten women each.  Aside: why must women get really drunk before seeing penis?  Is it like steeling themselves for the show?  Liquid courage, so to speak?  The only patrons who come to that show drunk are often, but not always, women, and often with bachelorette parties.  Or maybe that’s a correlation / causation mistake I’m making? At any rate, once the show ended, I debated walking back to the temporary attorney staffing agency’s space.  But then I turned the other way and went home.  I couldn’t bear another 1am or 2am night, and that late-night walk home through Times Square.  I suppose at some point in the future I’ll look back with nostalgia and a touch of fondness on those walks.  But for tonight, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  But once I got home, I hit upon an idea: work from home. Keep reading . . .

Financial Loneliness

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Total Black: $536.54
Total Red: $230,773.68

One common response from a number of commenters, readers, and other regular viewers—more so of late than previously—has been to formulate a budget or a come up with a plan of spending.  I’m not, on principle, adverse to the advice.  I understand the need to plan and budget accordingly.  And I can own that I have let myself go a bit these past two weeks, especially as opportunities to socialize surfaced through the theatre gig.  But there’s always a way to tighten our financial belts.  But as I got to thinking about planning and budgets, and started writing this post, something entirely different surfaced.  Something unexpected but vital to getting my spending under control. Keep reading . . .

Never Been Further Apart

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Total Black: $137.25
Total Red: $228,156.40

Well, at least that check was cashed, so I can stop counting that $500 in cash on-hand.  It went to pay tax advice from back in December.  And the advice was to stop paying my bills, let everything go into collection, and survive off the severance from the firm.  Great advice!  Isn’t that what people tend to do anyway?  Isn’t that’s why they seek professional / strategic advice because they don’t want to continue down that path?  Oh . . . how fitting . . . as I type . . . there it is . . . the first call of the day from the credit card companies.  I’m not even past 30-days late—on any of them—but it seems they’ve now started calling as soon as you miss a payment.  (I’m one of those few who still have a land-line number and cell phone number; maybe it’s just me, but I don’t want those companies calling me on my cell!)  Of course, they don’t leave a message.

It’s funny that for some time now the sound of the telephone ringing makes me bristle.  More often than not, I don’t even look to see who’s calling.  I know it won’t be someone calling to chat.  So too opening the mailbox.  I can’t recall the last time I received a piece of mail that wasn’t a bill or a statement or a notice of some sort.  And it’s starting to get that way with email as well.  Funny, isn’t it?  Many of our channels of communication are now sources of stress not joy.  Starting this blog put me in contact recently with a few people with whom I’d fallen out of touch.  And it got me thinking about “keeping in touch” and what it means today, especially given my current situation. Keep reading . . .