This week began with me considering a new career. It’s a path that has interested me for a while, but as with blogging I was having difficulty narrowing down the field to find the exact route for me. This week I thought I’d found it.
A career in family law could fulfil my need to help others while earning a regular income. Unfortunately as soon as I made this idea semi public I began to hear the comments. People–even other lawyers–saying that they would sooner remove various body parts than take on this roll. I ignored them because, you know, I know best also I’m not like other people which is another thing that’s frequently pointed out to me.
As the week wore on I made initial enquires into courses and degrees and was immediately put off. Five years study before I even begin taking cases? Can’t I just learn on the job? After all I did have my first case coming up on Wednesday, surely that would be enough of a baptism by fire!
Fire was exactly what it was. In the days before we went to court I suffered a serious bought of the nervous squirts and then there was the so called “butterflies” which felt more like stampeding elephants. Possibly even stampeding elephants stirring a cauldron of bubbling green stuff.
This was all on top of my usual nervous cues, picking at zits and chewing my nails–charming I know. Worst of it was when we were shuffled off into the security room and thought we’d missed our case being called. I could have vomited right there on the floor–actually just remembering those twenty minutes is enough to make me queasy.
After being stood over twice, attempting to negotiate no less than four times before finally hearing that our matter was too complex to be given a ruling that day I’ve decided something for sure. There’s no way in hell I’ll ever be a family lawyer.
