Why Blogger Left The Fake World of Politics For A Real Job

This is hard missive for me to write. For five years now I have been working at the OBCL First Year Student Dream Job. Of course, I'm referring to being a Legislative Aide.

In recent years, this dream job has even included a three or four day work week during the interim. The rest of my days were spent in the back yard by the pool drinking margaritas and smoking cigars (ok, ok, so I never had the money for the cigars and technically it was a mud puddle and carrot juice).

Why would I leave this utopia for the grueling job of the trial attorney?

Well, to be perfectly honest, I think it was the carrot juice.

Forget I said that.

The truth of the matter is that in every young man who has lived a beautifully pampered life has one thing in common: I am, of course, referring to profound contentment. But oh yes, there comes a time when wrinkles start to come along, when the jokes start to slow, and when one asks the inviteable question "when I die will I be frozen in the same freezer as Michael Jackson?"

Motivation springs forth.

Motivation to live life to its fullest. To embrace challenges. To harness ambition and put it to (dare I say the word?) work!

Such a time is this. In fact, this is such a time. Hmm, such is this time (there's bound to be another way to put it with those words. Send suggestions).

So here I am. Scared.

But happy. Because there are some sorts of scared (like the Bar Exam, for instance) that just say to you "You're really living now. There's risk. And where's this risk, there's the possibility of gain."

Maybe this step will be the first step toward fulfullment of my lifetime dream. Of course, I mean having enough money to buy the Seahawks from Paul Allen so that I can sit in the owners box and cheer them on to a playoff loss every ten years or so (actually, every ten years is pretty good). That would be living (tons of great food in the owners box).