Being a professional

I will always remember the first time when I went into court. Well not the first time. One of the first times. I hated the first time so much that I have blanked it out. Completely. I simply do not remember when I first walked into the building. I swear.

Well anway!

I hated it, so much that each time I tried to enter the place to 'practise for the future' I left with a screeching migraine and a bad back. I did wear sensible shoes you know - please don't blame my walking, my shoes or my posture. For christ's sake, the corridors are freezing even at the best of times, and one walks in and out of heated halls (rooms if you like) and catches one's death of cold with the draught.

The next blow was when I wanted to use the lift (elevator if you will be fussy). Out of order. A few years later, the occupational health and safety authority earmarked the family court lift as unsuitable for use. Stayed that way for a few months... but well.

So I'm now all lawyery and all that. Well well. People don't believe me (right you are, or wish perhaps that you are!) and think i look too young (look too young!!!) or something of the sort.

No need to be scared - I won't bite!

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