Yeah, it's a great moment in the greatest movie of all times. Scarlett O'Hara, looking at the ruins of Tara--utters the famous words, "As God is my witness. They're not going to lick me I'm going to live through this. And when it's over, I'll never be hungry again."
I uttered nearly the same words the first time I was fired from a job. The experience was devastating. At the time, my career choices were limited. I lacked skills and experience that could easily transfer to new employment. But, I had a family to feed and it was up to me to bring home the bacon. So, thanks to good advice and a supportive spouse, I dragged my aging butt back to school, earned a law degree from a top-five law school, passed the bar, and, voila, amazing options opened. It took long hours, hard work, lots of prayers for patience, and financial hardship. But, like Scarlett O'Hara, I discovered the path to security required hard work, sacrifice, and a compromise or two along the way.
What kind of compromises you might wonder? Nothing that would ever land me in jail. However, I've been a few places on this journey I never expected, all in the name of making a living. Maybe someday I'll dish--but the blog will be anonymous or told by the Lucky Lawyer. What I can say here is this: I was not in the room when the pepper spray was blasted. But, I did see the stripper with man hands. She was remarkably pretty.
As God is my witness . . . .
Now that I've had my Scarlett O'Hara moment, I'm barreling down on a Kim Wayans moments. Like in one of those In Living Color skits where she spewed out EXACTLY what was on her mind, all in the name of "keeping it real." I'm in the mood to tell off somebody who has done me wrong.
I wonder if I could curse and swear at the guy and say I've come down with a temporary case of Tourettes. Or maybe, I'll just look him in the eye and say what I think.
I haven't been this disappointed with a professional colleague in a long time. And, he needs to hear what I think about what he did. We've been planning to meet for beers after work for weeks--it's my mission to see that this meeting happens.
As God is my witness . . . this man has some explaining to do.
I uttered nearly the same words the first time I was fired from a job. The experience was devastating. At the time, my career choices were limited. I lacked skills and experience that could easily transfer to new employment. But, I had a family to feed and it was up to me to bring home the bacon. So, thanks to good advice and a supportive spouse, I dragged my aging butt back to school, earned a law degree from a top-five law school, passed the bar, and, voila, amazing options opened. It took long hours, hard work, lots of prayers for patience, and financial hardship. But, like Scarlett O'Hara, I discovered the path to security required hard work, sacrifice, and a compromise or two along the way.
What kind of compromises you might wonder? Nothing that would ever land me in jail. However, I've been a few places on this journey I never expected, all in the name of making a living. Maybe someday I'll dish--but the blog will be anonymous or told by the Lucky Lawyer. What I can say here is this: I was not in the room when the pepper spray was blasted. But, I did see the stripper with man hands. She was remarkably pretty.
As God is my witness . . . .
Now that I've had my Scarlett O'Hara moment, I'm barreling down on a Kim Wayans moments. Like in one of those In Living Color skits where she spewed out EXACTLY what was on her mind, all in the name of "keeping it real." I'm in the mood to tell off somebody who has done me wrong.
I wonder if I could curse and swear at the guy and say I've come down with a temporary case of Tourettes. Or maybe, I'll just look him in the eye and say what I think.
I haven't been this disappointed with a professional colleague in a long time. And, he needs to hear what I think about what he did. We've been planning to meet for beers after work for weeks--it's my mission to see that this meeting happens.
As God is my witness . . . this man has some explaining to do.
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