As it was, I didn’t feel great about my time as a defense attorney. I enjoyed being a lawyer in the most utopian sense of the word: I enjoyed being an advocate and an adviser to healthcare professionals. I didn’t enjoy hanging a plaintiff’s dirty laundry out to dry. I didn’t enjoy burying someone in motions to buy time or meet my billables. I didn’t enjoy working at a law firm.
I got out of litigating because my work didn’t mean anything. By the time I was involved, something had already gone grievously wrong, and someone was angry (and injured) enough to bring suit. I worked the case to a resolution, but that didn’t mean anything either. I billed the bejesus out of it, distributed the insurance money accordingly, and went about my day. I always wanted to go back to… Continue reading