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I unfortunately can’t direct you to a particular moment in my short-lived firm practice that I could proudly tell my grandkids about when I have become nostalgic and huwag naman
We’ll each have our respective cups of coffee, and our respective humiliating and/or frustrating stories to tell about a judge and/or a boss and/or an opposing counsel. Laughs will be exchanged for about an hour, at which point everyone would quietly disappear and make their way back into their rooms for yet another three hours of work, at least, as a general rule.
Long hours will be missed, because I’ve somehow gotten used to them. Working weekends and working lunches will also be missed, for the same masochistic reason. Intelligent conversations about a case that you’re passionate about will be missed, along with really early flights for out-of-town cases. Even the privilege of saying “Same appearance, Your Honor,” will be missed, just because I won't be able to say it too often anymore.
But I’m off to a new job in a couple of weeks. After less than three years of law practice, I realize my ladder may have been leaning against the wrong wall all this time. Law firm practice may not be it for me. So I got down, scouted for other promising heights, and set up my ladder against what I hope to be MY right wall this time around.
Looks like a good wall. Wish me luck.