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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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4 years ago Jeff couldn't spell 'attorney'. Now he are one.

Circa 8/21/2005 By Jeff C.





Quarter Life Crisis...
After much soul-searching and deliberation, I have finally concluded that I have been contemplating the wrong line of work for some time now. While I enjoy flying very much, I have a gut feeling that it would quickly become old hat and would leave me with spending 15 nights a month away from home in a job that requires little more intelligence than that of a chimpanzee. (Hey, they flew spaceships, the cockpit of a modern airliner is far easier to administrate than that of the apollo space capsule.) Jets aren't loud and smokey anymore, they don't have cool cockpits, and soaring fuel prices and mismanagement would lead one to believe that there is very little job security in the aviation industry. Acknowledging these facts, I set out to find something with which to occupy the time between my birth and subsequent death. Knowing that I will undoubtedly be a work-a-holic in whichever field I find, I should at least puruse something that will stand the chance of allowing a comfortable existence. I also needed something that I would enjoy at least somewhat, and aside from flying, I do enjoy a good argument. Alas, I believe that law school is most probably in my future. Don't worry, I refuse to be "the man in the white hat." Although it's good to have direction in a seemingly directionless life again, my timing is particularly troubling as I cannot start law school until next fall... therefore... I need a job. At least that conundrum has not alleviated itself. Off to find employment...Jeff C.



Congratulations on the new job as Ass't prosecuter. You are the greatest friend I have ever had. I even love your Dad, the Crestwood Sniper. By the way about this parking ticket.....




Phynerk


 
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