I thought I'd post about this since it has had the effect of a tsunami in my life.
I quit my job.
I quit my job.
WARNING: what follows is not me complaining, it's just me being honest. If you're expecting the tales of Lollipop World, skip this post.
I have this great job in this great law firm, where I am doing exactly what I wanted, I am practising criminal law in large-scale international white-collar crimes. Ain't that dreamy... I've worked my ass off for the past two and a half years, I entered with 22 and now, nearly 25, I am such a different person. This work has sucked the life out of me, it has crushed my values and replaced them with what the firm and my team needed. I've touched my physical and mental limits. I am a stronger person, a better professional.
Then why? Because I read the papers and there's a cancer metastasis throughout Spain called corruption. And there are slaves living in this country: women are traded for sexual exploitation, immigrants working in unhuman conditions. There are drugs savaging lives. The rich don't pay their taxes because justice can't seem to reach them. And local police in Catalonia beat up the individuals they arrest, even to death, and nothing seems to move.
I get that having money will pay for the best defence in town, and I don't even mean to change that. I will defend with my life that everyone has the right to the best possible defence, otherwise a penalty wouldn't be law, it would be despotism. I just don't want to be a part of that defence anymore.
I want to put my energy and brains to work against prostitution, corruption, drugs... So that's that, I guess I am done being a lawyer. I have thought a lot about this, I have my dreamy goals. Let's see where I end up now. I am scared shitless, but I am doing the right thing for in this life you have to do what you WANT to.
So I just took the plunge and told my bosses. And the silly me thought a fitting polish would give me courage and luck. I guess it did ;) I picked something serious yet sparkling and shiny. Something a grown up person would wear, something that would support my decision without making it sound foolish. And that was Kiko 374, Pearly Chocolate Noir.
This is why I have been absent. Figuring out my next moves is taking a big part of my time.