the ocean

As an attorney, I am constantly doing exciting and glamorous things that are exactly like what you see lawyers doing on television. I'm basically that lady ADA from SVU. Not the tall blonde one, the shorter, squarer one. I'm constantly in court and my cases only last for 52 minutes once commercials are removed.

No, the truth is that ever since I left the exciting world of people who murder their elderly business partners with hammers, my work more closely resembles The Office than The Practice, to say nothing of Love Island. I sit at a desk and type. I meet with people. I go to the break room and hope that there are still some Sun Chips left. (There are not.)

Last week I broke things up with some travel. Saw some New Jersey and Michigan conference rooms for a change. Ate a meal by myself at a Buffalo Wild Wings and decided just to go with an appetizer sampler as my entree. Ate a meal by myself at an airport Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville and was assaulted by live steel drum music for forty-five minutes. Dominated the heck out of boarding group two.

Then this past week I was a panelist at a conference. It was kind of wild because pretty much no one in the audience did the same kind of work as me, so I realized I could pretty much just say anything and no one would be the wiser. I did not, of course. With great power comes great responsibility.