Hooper

Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . .

Okay, so I have been working at Red Lobster and I am miserable. I really do not belong there. It takes a special talent to wait tables incredibly well. I do not possess such a talent. I think it also takes a thick skin and a set of eyes that do not keep tears so near the surface. And a special kind of proclivity for studying in one's off time while working five doubles in a row-- in spite of rules against overtime. Also, I have a degree that ought to make me more marketable to a different realm of employment.

"Too wild to be tame, too tame to be wild." I feel like this. I am too educated for many offices to consider me for secretarial or paralegal jobs-- mostly because they know I will leave once I pass the bar. Yet I am not certified to practice law. And so I begin each day praying that I will be assigned tables that tip the way I do, that the bread will not be out, that I make my add-on goal, that my car does not break down . . . again, and that I hit the job lottery. And that I can find time to study. I hate this.

The bar exam needs to be my top priority-- not replacing the idle pulley on my car, not trying to make a bank deposit in a different state on my day off-- and certainly not making sure that I have a clean "fishy shirt" and apron for work the next day at $2.00 per load of laundry. And sure as hell not worrying: "When the wrench slipped did my hand break? Because I need that hand to write orders and carry trays."

I am not the first lawyer to have to do this, but I hope that I am the last. I would only wish this on my worst enemy.

--Me

Hooper Writings, Thoughts and Happenings I was born in the late 1970s. I grew up in West Virginia, went to five different schools for undergraduate in three different states, finishing at the University of Pittsburgh. I had obtained degrees in English Literature and Film Studies, and had satisfied or nearly satisfied requirements for a multitude of minors. Then, upon realizing that I would need a day job in order to be able to chase my dreams in these two fields, I chose to go to law school. I am out of law school now. I live in Pennsylvania now. To know the rest you'll have to read on a bit.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-01-08 1:08 AM If it is not one thing, then it is six others. Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . . Okay, so I have been working at Red Lobster and I am miserable. I really do not belong there. It takes a special talent to wait tables incredibly well. I do not possess such a talent. I think it also takes a thick skin and a set of eyes that do not keep tears so near the surface. And a special kind of proclivity for studying in one's off time while working five doubles in a row-- in spite of rules against overtime. Also, I have a degree that ought to make me more marketable to a different realm of employment. "Too wild to be tame, too tame to be wild." I feel like this. I am too educated for many offices to consider me for secretarial or paralegal jobs-- mostly because they know I will leave once I pass the bar. Yet I am not certified to practice law. And so I begin each day praying that I will be assigned tables that tip the way I do, that the bread will not be out, that I make my add-on goal, that my car does not break down . . . again, and that I hit the job lottery. And that I can find time to study. I hate this. The bar exam needs to be my top priority-- not replacing the idle pulley on my car, not trying to make a bank deposit in a different state on my day off-- and certainly not making sure that I have a clean "fishy shirt" and apron for work the next day at $2.00 per load of laundry. And sure as hell not worrying: "When the wrench slipped did my hand break? Because I need that hand to write orders and carry trays." I am not the first lawyer to have to do this, but I hope that I am the last. I would only wish this on my worst enemy. --Me Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top