This is a hard post for me because I’ve basically had three jobs in my life and two of them were related. I know, I know that sounds odd but there ya go. I didn’t work in high school and college during the class terms even though I wanted to. My father always said my job was to get good grades. So, when class term was out, I worked in a store in the historic downtown Pensacola area called The Christmas Cottage. It was a super cute little store that was open all year long for the tourist trade. I loved it there. The elderly couple who ran it were so kind and wonderful- just the type you’d expect to run a Christmas shoppe.
The first year of law school, they had a rule that students couldn’t work so the next job I had was in the second year. I worked for a lawyer who did criminal, bankruptcy and some family law. He was a superstar criminal defense attorney and I learned so much from him. He was a wonderful man and I adored him. I hated to go when I graduated from school and he hated that I was leaving but he couldn’t take me on full time, so we parted ways and I left Alabama where I’d gone to school and returned to Pensacola.
Since being in Pensacola, I’ve been a lawyer. I’ve shared space with a woman for two years, had a male law partner for twenty-two years, and now am the owner of my own building and have a tenant. I love my work. I have good days and bad days, but I’ve truly been blessed on the job-front. I’m grateful.