I just finished baking my first cake since I left Birmingham on August 7, 2010…the kitchen at the new house is open…And given that the cake is for my boss’s 60th birthday celebration at the office tomorrow, I think it’s only fair to give the start to this “lawyer” side of the story. My kitchen looked like this all evening…
But at the end of the night, we’ve got this.
I am working for a man I told repeatedly I’d never work for….I’ve told him that for the past eight years, since the summer I came and interned with him to see what this lawyer thing was all about. Though John, my boss, had been a great mentor and dear family friend, I refused to do medical malpractice. And I swore I’d never be a plaintiff’s attorney. The commercials. The jingles. The billboards. The liberals. No thank you. But oh how things change. Oh how I am eating my words every single day but loving it every single day. God often has a much different plan than the one in my finite, selfish mind. So here I am, BACK in Shreveport, Louisiana practicing plaintiff’s medical malpractice where I first decided law school was for me. And just why and how I ended up here will be fun to tell too one day. One I’ll tell after I know if the boss likes the cake – if I get to keep my job and if I haven’t botched every future raise or bonus.
And, p.s. our firm only has a picture ad in the phone book. The day we do anything else, I think I’ll throw in the towel . :)