It's, well, very early.
I should be in bed but I'm here, and that feels right.
I survived the first week back at work.
It's been quiet but it's sure to pick up very soon. I've got a big contract brewing that will, no doubt, take me away from the office and home for a few days — another hotel somewhere in the West Midlands I suspect.
But, hey, I'm not grumbling: I enjoy what I do — the law that is — and, as I know from bitter (private practice) experience, it could be a lot worse!
What do I mean?
I mean, if I was now working for a law firm (a partnership of some sorts), I'd be beating myself up for (a) not working hard enough — or someone obliquely telling me that, and (b) I'd be living on a knife-edge of not knowing when the next claim from a disgruntled client would come hurtling my way. (To be clear, I only ever had one claim against me in 14 years of practice which was a complete try on and from a solicitor who should have known better.)
You see, much like a lot of medicine, law, these days, isn't practised as it once was: it's practised (mainly) to cover your back. That means that lawyers and their clients don't trust each other and there's a huge tension between the best job possible and going well over the top with the advice to make sure you've dotted all the i's and crossed a plethora of t's.
But I digress.
I'm here, sitting at my desk and life is flowing. I nearly said "just flowing" but that would be desultory of what we've been gifted:( Collapse )