The foundation of capitalism is the protection of private property. That means a gigantic infrastructure of law and plenty of litigation.
Given that way of the world lawyers, law student and legal writers have an edge in life and in our work. We might never get wealthy, financially comfortable or even able to keep a roof over our heads.
But we can use our knowledge of law and skills in presenting quasi legal arguments as tools to manage public nuisances, enemies and jerks in our professional lives. No wonder some landlords don't like to rent to lawyers.
An organization I shouldn't have hooked up with raised questions about how I approached an assignment. No, I didn't argue. In a transmittal note, in which I included the URL for this blog (it was aware I had attended Harvard Law School), I indicated that the new set of directions should have been provided at the get-go. I requested a kill fee of half the original amount. That was that. I got the original amount.
A neighbor piled on me, in the presence of another person (potential witness) the urgency that I accept Christ into my daily life. Steam is coming out of my ears. While I plan my push-back, though, I know I have the upper hand. The law is on my side.
Of course, I still feel foolish having fallen in love with law way back when. Had I not done that I might be rich today. That's because I would never have lost time preparing for the LSAT, relocating to Cambridge to find out I didn't want to study law, and then trying to sort all that out for decades. Instead I would have been ghostwriting compulsively for "captains of industry," as they used to be called.
But, hell, let's salvage what we can from the pickle we got ourselves into.