Dominate Your Life
First of all, I lost a subscriber after my last post, which is ridiculous. You don’t just unsubscribe from my work and expect to be let off the hook. I know who you are, I know where you work, and I’ve already made sure that you’re going to get a personal visit from the President of the United States, today, no mask, to let you know that even if COVID shouldn’t dominate your life, reading this thing should, and how dare you leave without even saying goodbye? I haven’t written this good in 20 years. Don’t be afraid of my newsletter. Breathe it on all your friends, breathe it right into their inboxes.
Watching the President’s miraculous recovery this weekend, I realized he reminds me of a summer associate we once had. For weeks, he had lunch at all of the best restaurants in the city, and insisted he could keep eating forever, loved the food, seemed to have a limitless appetite, couldn’t even wait for the chefs to cook the meals, stormed right in the kitchen and grabbed raw meat from the walk-in, cracked eggs right into his mouth, even ate the compost. And then he died. Really can’t explain it, could have been anything.
And, needless to say, we did not let his death dominate our lives at the firm. No, the only thing that’s supposed to dominate your life is your job. Not your health, certainly not the health of anyone you claim to love (as if humans can love others besides themselves!), and certainly not a virus that didn’t even graduate from a top-tier law school. Frankly, I want to know what COVID got on the LSAT before I decide whether or not to be concerned about it.
Bet it was great at logical reasoning. IF we all wear masks and stay away from each other, THEN….