This is so-o-o-o depressing. Starting Monday, I'm back to being just a lawyer. Ah well, some parts of it will be familiar. For example, when people want me to do something for them, they'll still have to pay. At least now they can write the checks out themselves rather than having their kids and secretaries do it. And I can send the bills out from my own office, and not have to camp out at Janik's.
The worst part is going to be keeping those infernal timesheets. When you get paid by the hour, you have to keep track of everything you do for clients and how long it took. Then there are all the hard questions, like who do you bill for bathroom breaks, etc.
Just to get back into the swing of things, I've been practicing keeping timesheets the last couple of days. It's tough making sure you write down every minute's worth of activity, but I think I'm getting back up to speed. Here are my hours for yesterday:
Coffee with Kim Kimbrough - 0.6 hours
Pack personal belongings - 1.8
Back waxing - 0.9
Phone call from N's first wife with message from N - 0.1
Review rejection letter from Bergstein - 0.2
Think about changing mind on various issues - 0.2
Review executive search listings - 0.3
Lunch with Pete Mark at Arlington Club - 1.5
Change mind - 0.1
Farewell visits with colleagues - 0.2
Phone call from N's second wife with additional instructions - 0.2
Review hate mail - 0.3
Liquor store - 0.4
Dinner at Pastini with George Passadore - 2.0
Wash and wax Vespa - 0.6
Listen to "Rigoletto" highlights - 0.4
Rehearse farewell speech with Fluffy - 0.6
Regain composure - 0.3
Trim nosehairs - 0.4
Session with gap-toothed voodoo doll - 0.5
Well, I guess this is it, bloggy. I looked into getting "emeritus" access here, so that I could continue to write about my passions, which are money and status. But that idea is going nowhere. So it's so long for now.
But I'll be back. You bastards.
Posted by Jim at December 31, 2004 03:39 PM