Too Much Orange Juice

Present Day.

I just got through doing five jury trials in five days. Prior to landing this job in June, I had been out of the courtroom for a year, so it felt good to pick a jury again and break out all of my trial materials.

Obviously, this was a busy week. I stayed in the office late, working on the cases and not sleeping much. I am lucky, though, in that I can take it. I can do this job and do it well, and it does not take a heavy toll on me...

Orange juice can be one of my favorite drinks. If I have not had it in a week or so, I can almost feel the healthy energy pouring into my body when I down a glass.

As nutritious as it is, I can also tell when I have had too much orange juice to drink.

For one, it is not as refreshing. My body is not craving it. Also, I can feel and taste the acidity of it. My tongue begins to get sore. If I continue to drink it, tiny ulcers will actually form in my mouth from the acid.

The same can be said of alcohol. I will never become an alcoholic. The warm, fuzzy feeling of a "buzz" is something that I enjoy as much as the next person, but I can also tell when I have put too much alcohol into my body over a period of days. First, it is an ache in my head, like my brain is being pickled in alcohol. When I get to that point, my tongue and stomach also both begin to reject the taste and the feel of it going down. Each sip seems like I am ingesting poison, and I have to stop. It becomes impossible to reach the "buzz," and sometimes it takes a couple of weeks to get the alcohol out of my system and where I can enjoy a drink again.

The analogy carries over to the jobs that I have held. Studying in law school was actually fun for me. Learning a new concept was like drinking a glass of orange juice when I was thirsty.

But the real world of law firm billing puts it all in a different form. Concepts of law are jammed down your throat, and you have to spit out product quickly, hour after hour, day after day without time for your mind to rest or think about anything else.

It is much like being forced to drink glass after glass of orange juice, every day. And the way my mind and body react to that kind of job is much the same as they react to too much orange juice or too much alcohol.

There are people (perhaps most people, in fact) who can take that kind of work environment without much difficulty. They also seem to be able to handle alcohol better than me... Unfortunately, many of the girls I was attracted to in years past could go out and get intoxicated on a nightly basis, with no apparent effect on their day time activities. They found guys to match, of course, and I found myself on the sidelines without many ways to relate to them.

The point of these comparisons is to say that my current job with the Public Defender's Office is different. You can pour on the case load and the trials, and it does not phase me. It is stressful with someone's life and future in your hands, of course, but it is a different sort of bodily stress than what I felt in the billable hour system, or working under a sales quota, or working for the Post Office.

It does not bother me that I wake up in the morning having dreamed all night about this job. I still get a good night's sleep if I am dreaming about a case. It does not exhaust my mind and body the same way as it did when I worked at the Post Office and had dreams about it, too.

So, I was aggressive this month in going to trial. Being aggressive makes me feel like I am doing a good job, though it kicked up a dust storm.

I like where I am at and what I am doing, and I hope to be able to continue to do it. I also hope that I am not giving everyone else too much orange juice to drink.