Well, I can't get into many details and feel comfortable about it, but I quit my job this morning. I don't know what I'm going to do now, but I figure while I wait I can have some time to write and draw and create, all of which I haven't had much time for lately.

I'm not entirely sure why they hired me. (They just offered me a job, I didn't apply or anything. They had a spot they needed filled, and thought I'd be good for it. I'd talked to them before, the job sounded really cool, and I took it.) I don't think that they needed what I was able to do, and I felt like I was trying to do things I had no frame of reference for. (It wasn't a law job at all, just so you know. Though it may have grown into one in time.) I guess we just didn't mesh very well. I felt I wasn't able to communicate well, and I couldn't understand what was wanted of me. And I cried. And it was frustrating, I figure on both sides.

Did I learn things from it? Absolutely, both technically and about dealing with people. But the job's not what I expected, and not what I want to do with my life.

So I'll wait until I get my bar results, maybe, and if I've passed I'll apply for a law-firm job somewhere. Until then, I'll be sitting in my kitchen, eating rice, playing video games, and trying to write a few wicked cool stories.