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Happy Hour is for Amateurs by Philalawyer Subtitled “A Lost Decade in the World's Worst Profession”, this book chronicles a man’s time spent in the legal world. On a personal note, no author has influenced me more than Philalawyer. However, the interesting part is that he was, and still remains, anonymous. My friends and I... Continue Reading →
In the game of baseball, errors are a proper stat recorded alongside the score. If you screw up, it is noted along with the tally of your team’s hits and runs. Other sports have fouls and penalties, but they aren’t as prominently documented as they are in baseball. The judgment of an error is based... Continue Reading →
“It’s a good opportunity. Actually, it’s a great opportunity. I just wish I could do it after yearend.” “Is that an option?” “No. They want to fill the role as soon as possible.” “Makes sense.” “I just wish this was happening down the road a few months.” “Sounds like you’re doing a lot of wishing.”... Continue Reading →
I knew something was up. I’d felt it all day. From the minute I’d walked in the office that morning, I could tell something just wasn’t right. It wasn’t that my boss had been notably standoffish or cold, he just wasn’t acting normal. The previous day I’d gone to his office to discuss a transaction.... Continue Reading →
I can’t remember what age it was, but we were young. We’d only been playing baseball, in some form or another, for two or three years and this was the first year of “kid pitch”. We were trying to learn the very basics, and we were too young to worry about anything but throwing strikes.... Continue Reading →
The grass will always look greener on the other side of the fence. It’s a delusion that besets us all and there’s a reason it’s so deceptive. As you examine your life, you know everything. You know your insecurities. You know the hardships. You own the self-doubt. When looking outside yourself, you see only the... Continue Reading →
Growing up, I lived on a golf course. This was completely circumstantial as no one in my family played golf. We’d moved to a new state and my parents had selected our town and neighborhood based on other criteria. The fact that our house was on a golf course was coincidental. I knew nothing about... Continue Reading →
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