My Perfect Job

I look out the window and see massive buildings, millions of colorful lights lights and above it all a dark night sky. It's almost eight, and I rub my eyes in an effort to wipe away exhaustion from the long day. I struggle to get up and slowly walk over to the huge window. I look down and see hundreds of tiny cars whoosh in all directions, I think I see people, but it's too hard to tell. I sip on my cappuccino while thinking about today's case. I admire my speech and the carefully thought out questions for the main witness. I remember when I first started my practice: a shabby small office on a side-street, working for a snobbish little man who always annoyingly patted his head to make sure his toupee was still there. I was so inexperienced and scared.

I notice that I finished my cappuccino and have been "sipping" on air for the past fifteen minutes; I laugh at myself and toss the empty cup in the trash. Then I fall back into my thoughts, and I realize that I'm proud of me. I proud of my tall bookshelves full of law books which I have all read, my big desk with piles of folders with cases waiting to be "freed", the confidence I have in the courtroom, the way I worked so hard to be able to say that I love my job, I'm round of how eager I am to come in here every morning and I never want the day to end so I can stay just a little longer. A lot of people can only dream of what I have.

I am interrupted by a ring, that's my phone. I pick up the receiver and try to pull myself back into the details of the case I was going over before I decided to take the much-needed break, it's a business call. For the next half an hour I fall into the world of justice, right-and-wrong, the world of my client and our case. I hang up with a smile because I like it when I can tell a person "I will take care of this, don't worry". This puts people at ease and me in control of the situation so I can give it my best. Of course sometimes you don't win a case not matter how in control you may be, and that's disappointing, but it's just a part of my learning experience, and it is truly a character-building occurrence.

I gather my things and glance at the clock , its almost nine, I always think that the clock on my wall is bewitched because it seems to move twice as fast when I'm here, but you know what they say, " Time flies when you're having fun!"