I want to say something witty and insightful and inspirational, save that I have just returned to my office from the most mind-numbing trial I have had to sit through all of today wherein I have been ordered to do Written Closing Submissions in the next month or so [really long story, that].

So.

I have finished my 6th year in practice.

I am still in the same firm and funny how this is the first time round this time of the year where I didn’t actually have an urge to quit my job. I still have more or less the same job title save that I now have a rather useless “Senior” affixed to the front of it. It does absolute shit all for anyone save to remind me of how old I am growing and all of the failed attempts at leaving my job and / or attempts by others at getting me fired.

And I need the job more than ever now that I have come to depend on my comfortable salary being credited into my account at the same time every month, and how no one gives me grief for showing up at work at odd hours anymore. Also, I have a new one to feed at home and boy does she need to be fed ever so often.

At the end of all of the aggro, I do love my job, you know. After all, which other job in this world will let you legitimately work out your frustrations on other people on bad days as well as not having ever to apologise for being a bitch because people expect it from you from the word go?

So there. I am still here. I am still doing the same thing. I still feel a rush running up the steps of the Court to make it for morning hearings. I still often stop in the middle of things and go, I can’t believe I am still here doing this, much to the complete incomprehension of the people who happen to be around.

Ask me again next year.

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