3/29/09

Lawyers vs Housewives

The housewife :)


I would be lying if I said I felt motivated to do any work last week. There were 2 procurements I had been running, - both of them are very tough- 20 files sitting on my desk waiting to be completed and so many things I was supposed to take care of before I left for Dubai. (Not to mention that I still didn’t get my visa to Oman  so our long - weekend idea seemed to be cracked up -) I have really had enough of work and I have never felt so strongly about this before.

After a hard day at work, Adel - my friend, who is also a lawyer - and I decided to catch up at a pub and drink away our sorrows. After discussing how to deal with the latest modification of the Hungarian Act on public procurement (very inspiring...) we had a couple of drinks and then a couple more drinks, and then we decided the world would be a better place if:

  1. More women stayed at home to bring up kids, instead of going to work and get stressed.
  2. If they can’t stay at home, because bringing up kids does not satisfy them mentally, they should only take part-time job offers so as to have some free time left for housework and kids.
  3. We should quit working as lawyers and start our own business by opening an ice cream shop/restaurant/pub/grocery/laundry.

I got home early that night but could not fall asleep. I felt bad because of these thoughts. And this time the feeling lingered for a while.

A couple of years ago we decided to go to the law school because we believed in something. Fighting for people you like, providing pro-bono legal assistance for the ones who are down, in fact, just winning a legal trial is a pretty good feeling. We wanted to do this, even if it was really hard to get our “qualifying” degree, but we knew that this was the price to be paid when we chose to become lawyers.

How can we become more useful parts of this society? By winning legal trials, selling ice creams or bringing up kids (of course nice, brave and intelligent ones:) and doing housework? I had put this question to myself several times and still didn’t know the answer... I think somehow I felt sorry for myself and wanted to swap my life for another one.


But a couple of days later, I felt much better and it might have had something to do with the fact that I won a trial, finished my procurements and bought some really nice clothes, including a pair of new shoes. (If diamonds are the girl’s best friend then clothes and shoes must be our buddies:)

Neither Adel nor I resigned from our jobs - however it could be a really gutsy move - but agreed about taking it easy: working less, (and stop feeling guilty if we leave work on time) thinking positively (avoid angry people) and doing activities and hobbies which relax us. So yesterday - as a first step to create our new lives - we went back to the pub, but this time we didn’t determine anything, we just listened to the music and had fun...


3/12/09

Me and my blog






Traveling means different things to people I know: love, business, happiness, karma, addiction, a tour or just a hobby… But somehow we all get convinced at the end to remove the fancy shoes, the tight belts and jewelry in order to get through the security gate at the airport.

Why do I travel? I adore it. I adore the planning, the independence, the miracle of being able to wake up on one side of the world and lay my head down on the other...all in the same day. It is still a great pleasure for me to meet people from all over the world or just find my lost friends from the past, while I am traveling around this planet…

Am I looking for something? Well, there is nothing specific, but whatever it is, I haven’t found it yet. That is why I happily change from suits to jeans and put my serious face off every single time I travel somewhere. Although this means that I am regarded as the black sheep at work. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I always happen to be the first person to take a holiday, and then I mysteriously run out of days off by early May. That means having to pretend I have a sore throat, or that I’m suffering from a terrible headache, so I can take sick leave. (Actually, I am never sick. When everybody is laid low I am still bouncing and find out crazy ideas to entertain them.)

So in early May I usually hit a point where I start having 'good days' and 'bad days' where I go from being delighted with my life in Hungary, to booking air tickets online for my next journey (on good days) to not being motivated at public procurements (on bad days) or having fights with people who don’t want to sign contracts (on really bad days!!!!).

Am I addicted to travelling? Maybe. Am I the only one? Probably not. I have given up on finding the answer, so maybe it will come more easily. I’ve surrendered to the possibility.

My blog, Juci útja (Juci’s journey) is about what I observe hear and experience in my every day life (when I dream about traveling) and during my journeys (when I actually do it). Anyway, I believe that this is all going to turn out fine in the end and hope that you will enjoy reading my blog - in spite of the fact that my English is not outstanding - as much as I love writing it.

All the best,

Juci

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