The Logical Conclusion

[Poll #109145]

Ramblings

I am in a very odd mood today, although not necessarily a bad one. (The more astute readers of my friends list will have inferred that from the poll I posted this morning.)

I faxed my homemade letterhead to the insurance guy last night. The business cards have arrived. They are perfectly adequate and lovely, but I am vaguely disappointed nonetheless. Would anyone like a business card? (I should probably buy some paper to match them, for when I print up the aforementioned letterhead in the future.)

My wife is home sick today. Chicken soup simmers on the stove. Anyone who wishes to alert PETA should feel free.

I am feeling generally better about my life and my future today than I have in a while. I'm slowly managing to convince myself that having kids is not necessarily the end of my existence in any meaningful sense; maybe I'll get lucky and they'll turn out like ladyjaida.¹

Notwithstanding the above, today I am troubled by some vague sense of foreboding. Maybe it'll go away once I finish my activity reports and call these people I need to call.

 

¹I apologize if that weirds anyone out, especially ladyjaida, but in this case sincerity needed to trump discretion.

Because Odd LJ Entries Come in Threes

I am currently fascinated with my new business cards. There's nothing really special about them. They're on nice, gray card stock. They have raised ink that's shiny and black.

But they say, right in the center, "Jon E. Gordon, Attorney at Law."

I remember the moment when I first started thinking seriously about returning to the practice of law. Our ex-roommate had been sued for something ridiculous but she couldn't afford a lawyer, and the money at stake was a small fraction of what a lawyer would cost anyway. But the other side was litigating it, and she had been served with discovery requests and didn't know what to do.

I couldn't represent her for a couple of reasons, but I offered to help her put responses together. One evening after work, I took her file and went to the law library at the Association of the Bar of the City of New York to look some things up. I walked in and started looking for the civil practice guides, and I just started thinking to myself, "I can do this. I'm a lawyer, don't fuck with me." Forgive me, I felt like tyrannosaurus lex or something. It was the feeling that I had the skill and training and access to solve problems, important problems, that most people didn't have. And I was good at it, too.

And that's the kind of charge I get now staring at the box of cards, running my hand over the textured paper and the raised, shiny, black ink. It's not a rush of power--it's pride, and even a little bit of hope, in a way I haven't felt in a while. I like it.