Free at last, Free at last

Today was my last day at the DOJ. As I can see, my last post was a little bit ago. As an update: I quit my job because I decided to go to law school back in California. The entire week was pretty bittersweet. Well wishers came out of the woodwork. People who didn't give me the time of day because I didn't finish my name with the coveted "J.D." now want to disburse ample advice to ensure my success. Clearly they don't remember when they sent me an email to walk all the way over by his or her office to pick up a piece of paper he or she printed out and set it on his or her desk.


But I digress.


This week made me F-A-T. Lunches, Happy Hours, Cakes. I almost don't want to leave. Almost. Clearly, this is indicative of an abusive relationship. For 2 years I worked no less than 50-60 hours a week. I came in on weekends, holidays and even canceled vacations just to stay and work with very little appreciation. My supervisor terrorized me. My attorneys were demanding. And I bared garnered respect from fellow coworkers who were "younger" than me but thought they were "better" than me because of where they were placed in the office. The end result? Cake. And a DOJ Seal signed by my colleagues. Oh, and a very expensive hardbound Black's Law Dictionary.

Would I go back? Perhaps. What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. That and I kept my benefits active so that I can bank that shit when I retire. But in all seriousness, I learned a lot, I made great connections with the attorneys I worked with and I was privileged to work on some of the stuff I did work on. Goodbye DOJ and Alberto. See you in a few years... maybe.


p.s. For those who believe that Gov't workers don't work: please see me. I'll straighten you out.