standing on a suspended bridge, holding a sword above the rope that keeps us suspended
Tomorrow morning, I’m telling the head of our firm that I’m leaving. I skipped work yesterday to meet with two bankers, a corporate attorney (since I don’t remember the difference in an LLC and a PC), and a graphic design/web designer. Oh yeah, and I had an optometry appointment (while I still have good health insurance). I was so excited afterward that I hardly slept last night, and then the person I needed to meet with wasn’t even there today. I was hoping he’d whisper something in my ear like, “Gutsiest move I ever saw, Mav.” But instead, I got an empty office, meaning tomorrow will be “Muskrat to burn bridges. Take 2.”
I’ve debated starting a new blog in which I write about the experience of giving up a guaranteed income, security, safety, insurance, etc. to stop defending insurance companies and begin suing them on behalf of injured individuals–a megaphone for my calls of “Up yours, The Man!” But, I like this little website and don’t particularly want to start all over, so I’m not going to. I’ll just write about what’s going on in my professional life like I write about what’s going on in my familial life or like I write about something I did or said 15 years ago. I hope it’ll be inspirational or educational to someone who googles “dumbasses who voluntarily leave great jobs during a recession.”
Or maybe, it’ll be the voice of Charlotte Blackwood, who once told a class after a proposed Split S maneuver, “But, I think we’ve shown it as an example of what not to do. Now this is a perfect example of a textbook maneuver…”
I’m having lunch with a CPA tomorrow and am talking to a bookkeeper tomorrow evening. I’ve already reserved office space in midtown. On Peachtree Street and everything. Like a real grownup.
Friday, I hope to meet with some marketing folks about what I think is the most brazen, fucked up unique advertising strategy I’ve ever seen an attorney employ: wit. If they tell me I’m crazy, I’ll keep it exclusively professional, but that’s not what I want to do. More on that later.
In any event, wish me luck. Or, in lieu of same, buy some ad space or something.