You certainly know that impression you have, when you lose something and then think "oh gosh, I didn't realise how good I fell before, when I still had it". Today is a wonderful day, because I got back something I had lost since last Thursday, at 8.22 am. It's called feeling secure.
That day, I woke up as usually at 7.20, brushed my teeth, had breakfast with my lover, dressed up for a nice day at the office without my boss, who's on holidays in Greece. I left the apartment at 8.17, a little late, and took the stairs instead of the elevator. When I arrived at my car, my simply good day became a sudden nightmare.
I hadn't seen it at first. It was only when I put my bag and a file on the passenger seat that I noticed something wasn't normal. Eggs. There were eggs all over my front window. I stayed there like someone had killed my cat, staring at the horrible and smelling things on my poor car. For some seconds, I lost all my balance, didn't know what to do. I took a few step back to the front door of my building, but then I changed my mind. I had to report this to the police.
So I entered the car and drove slowly to the office, praying for not hurting anyone on the way, because I couldn't see the road that good. At the office, I told the student working during holidays that I had to go to the police, what I did. They sent me elsewhere, and I finally was listened by an officer. Bad luck : all their computers had problems today, please come back tomorrow. As I insisted, because I was angry and shocked and because Ididn't want to keep my car this way until the day after two of them accepted to take a look at the car. I could read they were impressed : there were so many of those on the poor car. They told me again that I could come tomorrow and that they would report the problem, now they had seen it. I returned at the office, crying all the tears of my body, because I felt alone, threatened and dirty.
I couldn't wash my car properly, because the eggs stick very much and because I was too horrified to do it. I had just managed, thankful to the rain, to create a space through which I could see the road. On Friday morning, I had decided to go to the police at 10 am. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one to decide. When I arrived near the car, I saw that there were new eggs. More than the day before. All over the car, this time. Sustaining my anger and tears, I rode straight over to the police office, and found immediately my guy of the day before. He saw the car, wrote down the facts of the two days together, and I finally could go at the office.
There was another surprise awaiting me. There were eggs all over the walls, on the windows, on the door. I stood horrified there, because this time, I wasn't the only one targeted : my boss was too. I spent the day calling the police, making depositions, washing the horrible smelling things and fearing for my security.
On Friday evening, as I was visiting friends in another city, I knew my car wouldn't be touched. When coming back on Saturday, I checked the office : it was still clean. I was hoping it would all stop. To ensure I diminish the odds of another egg-attack, I parked my car in the street right in front of the building, so that I could see it from my windows. I also put a message inside the car, clearly visible for anyone who passed near the car : "I'm not scared of you. I did what I had to, and I will do it again. Haha!". My lover was furious against me for putting that message, but it reassured me a lot. I had spent two days crying and being angry, I wanted some peace. The idea that I never had done anything wrong in my job, which is true, made me stronger.
The week end was very good, and my car, what hadn't moved, was still clean. I washed it totally, so that you couldn't see anything of the attacks. But on Monday, at 7 am, the phone rang. I had the feeling that our student, who arrives at 7 o'clock every morning, had found something that wouldn't please me. Sure enough, it was the phone number of the office. I called her back, and she told me there were eggs all over the walls and the windows, and more of it on the door. I looked through the windows, but there still was nothing on my little car. Relief.
I had the same day as the week before : calling the police, taking pictures, telling neighbours,... The only ones whodidn't know a thing of all the story were my parents (so they wouldn't worry), my grandparents (who live near the office, but were on holidays) and... my boss. I felt I couldn't crash all his holidays for eggs. More specifically, he couldn't do anything at all anyway, so why worry him? I was worried enough for the two of us.
As the police didn't come on Monday, I had to wait until Tuesday afternoon to wash it up (or, this time, ask the student to wash it). We're Wednesday, and nothing happened, nor to the car, nor at the office. I feel thankful for the peace it offers me. I'm under the impression that it's over... Anyway, tomorrow's National Day, so I don't have to work. I hope, when I come back on Friday, I won't have to call the officer again... On Saturday, it won't be my problem anymore. my boss is coming back, and I'm going on holidays. I'll leave him a note to explain everything, even though I know he will be furious. The guy is hot-blooded, and I'm sure that the poor printer won't be alive after his anger this time. It has been punched so many times during the boss' tornados...
In this job, you can do whatever you want, someone will always hate you. If you win, your adversary. I you lose, your client. In some cases, the judge, because you forced him to take a legal decision that doesn't seem right for him.
Sometimes, I wonder if I hate the job, or if it hates me.
July 20, 2011
July 13, 2011
Holidays!
Four months later, and still stuck at the office. But this time, something has changed. Exactly! Holidays! During July and August, lawyers have less work (or not, depending of your cases).
The best of it is I'm alone at the office for two weeks. Two great weeks! Relationship with my boss improved very much these times, like he trusts me for other things than just bringing the mails to the mailbox accross the street. I feel much more capable, and it feels great.
Many things have happened these last months. Globally, I have more personal work, more clients of my own, more time to work by myself. But some events have totally changed my opinion about ma situation.
First of all, my boss had insisted I went to a journey in Roma organized by the Jeune Barreau of my city. The Jeune Barreau is a group of young lawyers who have 25 years or less of experience as lawyer. They're elected each year by all the lawyers as young as them, with a President, important roles and trainees.
The tradition is, each year the Jeune Barreau organizes a journey. This year, they had chosen to go to Roma, because our President is very fond of that city. I never had been there, so I wanted to go, but the cost (fort the trainees, 350 euros) stopped me : I couldn't afford it. I couldn't believe my ears when my boss said : "You have to go, it's your first year and it's really important you get to know people. I'll pay for you". Well, the journey was planned for early June, but I was still very excited and scared about it.
The Jeune Barreau is also in charge of another event, taking place in January : a plea contest. Every first-year trainee must participate, as it is a part of our training. The best of it is that you can win prizes, one of them being a free ticket for the Jeune Barreau's journey. I made a pair with another trainee who I liked, and we choose to plea about the unemployment, which is quite important in our city. She was "defending" the State, while I was "defending" the unemployment. I must say I had fun doing that, but I still was very stressed.
We were due to plea as lasts. There were so many lawyers in the court room they couldn't get inside properly. Our jury was composed by elder lawyers and judges. I was terrified, and I sure went pink when it was my turn to speak.
Anyway, my adversary won a prize, and I won the Jeune Barreau's journey. It was a delightful day.
So, the 1st of June, I proudly took my suitcase to live the most intense holidays of my entire life. I couldn't give all the details, but you must know we drank much alcohol, danced until the sun rose almost each night and made friends. After discussing the matter again and again, I finally understood there was no way I could possibly leave this job after only one year. Not only because of all the good things and the colleagues, but especially because I have to get a good experience before hoping to become a judge. And that's what I want to do with my life, so... I decided I'd stay two more years. Even writing it now, I'm horrified by the idea!
A week after our return form Roma, we had the elections of the Barreau and the Jeune Barreau. I presented myself at the elections, but wasn't elected, because I didn't know most of the young lawyers. We were three candidates for three places as trainees : two guys (an old and a young fellow) and a girl, who had failed to be elected last year. I voted for her. The youngest guy had been the object of a vast campaign from the President-to-be himself (the identity of the next President is never a mystery), so he got a reasonable score. The older had an amazing score, because he's so friendly and knows so much people. The girl, which I like quite much, was elected, and I was so happy for her. But I lost, voices behind her. There happened a surprise : the new President was convinced by the other members of the Jeune Barreau, who I know quite good and who I appreciate, but who cannot vote for the trainees (only trainees vote for trainees), that I had to be with them. For once, it felt good being appreciated like this, and I don't regret entering the Jeune Barreau. Some of the others came to me saying very nice things, like they wanted me badly in their team, and everything. The President knew one of us was going to be cast aside, but apparently, and I'm glad about it, most of the Jeune Barreau members didn't want me to be left on the road. So I got "elected" too.
Now, the holidays are going on, and my life as a junior lawyer will continue...
The best of it is I'm alone at the office for two weeks. Two great weeks! Relationship with my boss improved very much these times, like he trusts me for other things than just bringing the mails to the mailbox accross the street. I feel much more capable, and it feels great.
Many things have happened these last months. Globally, I have more personal work, more clients of my own, more time to work by myself. But some events have totally changed my opinion about ma situation.
First of all, my boss had insisted I went to a journey in Roma organized by the Jeune Barreau of my city. The Jeune Barreau is a group of young lawyers who have 25 years or less of experience as lawyer. They're elected each year by all the lawyers as young as them, with a President, important roles and trainees.
The tradition is, each year the Jeune Barreau organizes a journey. This year, they had chosen to go to Roma, because our President is very fond of that city. I never had been there, so I wanted to go, but the cost (fort the trainees, 350 euros) stopped me : I couldn't afford it. I couldn't believe my ears when my boss said : "You have to go, it's your first year and it's really important you get to know people. I'll pay for you". Well, the journey was planned for early June, but I was still very excited and scared about it.
The Jeune Barreau is also in charge of another event, taking place in January : a plea contest. Every first-year trainee must participate, as it is a part of our training. The best of it is that you can win prizes, one of them being a free ticket for the Jeune Barreau's journey. I made a pair with another trainee who I liked, and we choose to plea about the unemployment, which is quite important in our city. She was "defending" the State, while I was "defending" the unemployment. I must say I had fun doing that, but I still was very stressed.
We were due to plea as lasts. There were so many lawyers in the court room they couldn't get inside properly. Our jury was composed by elder lawyers and judges. I was terrified, and I sure went pink when it was my turn to speak.
Anyway, my adversary won a prize, and I won the Jeune Barreau's journey. It was a delightful day.
So, the 1st of June, I proudly took my suitcase to live the most intense holidays of my entire life. I couldn't give all the details, but you must know we drank much alcohol, danced until the sun rose almost each night and made friends. After discussing the matter again and again, I finally understood there was no way I could possibly leave this job after only one year. Not only because of all the good things and the colleagues, but especially because I have to get a good experience before hoping to become a judge. And that's what I want to do with my life, so... I decided I'd stay two more years. Even writing it now, I'm horrified by the idea!
A week after our return form Roma, we had the elections of the Barreau and the Jeune Barreau. I presented myself at the elections, but wasn't elected, because I didn't know most of the young lawyers. We were three candidates for three places as trainees : two guys (an old and a young fellow) and a girl, who had failed to be elected last year. I voted for her. The youngest guy had been the object of a vast campaign from the President-to-be himself (the identity of the next President is never a mystery), so he got a reasonable score. The older had an amazing score, because he's so friendly and knows so much people. The girl, which I like quite much, was elected, and I was so happy for her. But I lost, voices behind her. There happened a surprise : the new President was convinced by the other members of the Jeune Barreau, who I know quite good and who I appreciate, but who cannot vote for the trainees (only trainees vote for trainees), that I had to be with them. For once, it felt good being appreciated like this, and I don't regret entering the Jeune Barreau. Some of the others came to me saying very nice things, like they wanted me badly in their team, and everything. The President knew one of us was going to be cast aside, but apparently, and I'm glad about it, most of the Jeune Barreau members didn't want me to be left on the road. So I got "elected" too.
Now, the holidays are going on, and my life as a junior lawyer will continue...
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