[William St. Guthlac]

Well, I was going to tag into my old thread about Martha stuff but it seems to have been deleted. Anyway it was a long time back.

I got the job. Legal services, in a much, much better organization than the one I left.

Basically, it is federally subsidized (for now anyway) legal services for people who meet the certain criteria. Income below a certain level, no violent history, and so on within a somewhat restricted range of issues. For instance we do not do criminal or fee generating cases, or anything approaching conflicts with previous cases or clients.

I landed on my feet, getting a job in the Family Law unit. Commute is right in town, office is bigger and brighter and homier. A converted board home instead of one of those dim, low ceiling, 1970s administrative horrors.

I was hired in large part based on my criminal law background, and about half my docket consists of domestic violence cases, whether divorce, protective orders, or child custody. For much of my life I wondered at the jumbled nonsense in my background. A tale told by an idiot, seemingly. But with this job the desperate threads all come together. This job is much more fulfilling than criminal. Criminal was basically archaeology, or taxidermy. Everything was in the past, some unhappy snapshot of a done thing. This work is prospective. People can be protected, set free, made stronger, made safer. Problems can be averted in advance.

It takes everything I've got, is the only drawback. Weekends are purely recuperation.

Thanks to a number of you for your prayers. This is the best job in my life. Certainly a surprise at this stage of the game.