I am not sure I want to be a lawyer anymore. I did it because of Dad and frankly because I had his protection from his cronies while he was alive. But now that I have to fend for myself in this largely lawless profession, it is a little scary. I had heard quite a bit of shady stories from Dad but I had no idea it was this bad. It's a ruthless capitalist machine that will suck the soul out of you - if you have one. If you don't you won't notice the difference.
I've had drooling old partners in diapers make advances to me, punish me with inhuman work if I don't kowtow to them or express a valid opinion or have a life outside of work. I have been temping for a while as I just can't stand to have a full-time job in Big Law anymore. I hope to open my art gallery in Soho soon. But Dad's finances were not all that great when he died. He had made quite a bit of bad investments. So now all I have is my penthouse on Fifth. my wardrobe, my style and my moxie. I suppose old Ivy will have to go out fight like Scarlett O'Hara. Fortunately, I don't have to make clothes with old drapes! Yikes....can you imagine walking on the east side in upholstery.
