dry your eyes princess

After a brief drink at Ben's 'I'm-so-great-I'm-about-to-be-a partner-premature-celebration-drinks' on Friday night, I left to meet Kate at Black Pearl for some much needed champagne cocktails.

I had spent much of the day browsing Lawyers' Weekly 'bonus' section on international job opportunities and wondering if my weird patchwork of a CV would hold up in an international BCF. With Ben's imminent promotion and the sculpture, I knew that something had to change about the way I was handling BCF life - my current approach was clearly not a winner.

Kate was running late so I set myself up at the bar to wait. Fortunately Will, my favourite bar tender, was working. He has been trialling some new cocktails recently and if I catch him in the right mood, I'm often lucky enough to be taste tester for whatever he's invented that day. Friday was not one of those days but he did keep the champagne cocktails rolling out at a record pace.

After my third, I started to wonder where the hell Kate had gotten to. I checked my phone and there was a text saying that she had been caught up and would be about an hour later than we'd planned.

'Bugger!' I exclaimed.

Will glanced in my direction and brought me another champagne cocktail.

'Why so blue lawyer lady?'

'Kate's running late.'

'Is that all?!' he joked.

'No, it's been a crap day all round. I feel like I've been worked over and hung out to dry.'

'Wow, you used to love your job.'

'That was my old job. I'm with a new firm now. It's a BCF and it's a killer.'

'Geez ... dry your eyes princess. You're a lawyer and no doubt on some big fat pay cheque. You could do anything. Just be grateful you're not earning a bar-tender's wage.'

And he's right. I know Will loves his job WAY more than I will ever love mine, but hell - I am a lawyer and I can do anything.

Time to man-up and stop playing the little girl in a big boy's game.