Wednesday, October 08, 2008
{ 3:39 AM }
Before I left to work this morning, I clicked on the magic-8 ball widget I have on my desktop, asking if I'd had a good work day today. The definition of a good work day in my book, is where I get an
almost perfect draft back (NB. no such thing as a perfect draft), I organise my files and keep track of what needs to be reviewed and have just enough time for a game or two of minesweeper.
Magic-8 Ball prediction: ''You can count on it''.
And I think I had a relatively good day at work despite knocking off an hour after normal office hours.
I love my job. It is the only thing I can talk about now, seeing how I have a very minimal social life. Told you I'm a slave to my work. The only me-time I have comprises of my drive to work, my drive out to and from lunch, my drive home from work and the 15minutes before I go to bed.
I think it's important not to let reality get to us so much. It's a harsh, hard world, especially in the legal field, and it'll be all to easy to get sucked into it and be a monotonous, lifeless cog in the work wheel. During my morning drive out, I relax and think about what's important to me and that there's real beauty to life.