This morning, I saw two senior lawyers literally fighting for their chance to speak before the judge. The judge looked appalled; I was appalled.
It then dawned on me, on this rainy Friday morning, to consider leaving this profession for good. I am not cut for this cut-throat, kiasu, who’s-first-is-therefore-the-greatest kind of job.
What would I do for money? Oh, I’ll think about it. Somehow, somewhere, I sort it out… I always do.