Back in March of last year, one of the partners I did about half of my work for quit my law firm and went to another firm. I was in the middle of dealing with a move and Bumby having pneumonia. I totally couldn’t deal. When I emerged from the fog just a bit, I lawyered the problem. I did a pros and cons list for each firm. I made a five year plan. When I stepped back and looked at it, I came to the conclusion that I needed to move to the new firm. There were lots of reasons, which all looked very good on my lists.
The problem, however, was that my gut was screaming “DON’T DO IT” the entire time I was analyzing it. The partner who was remaining at my old firm was a guy I just like much better than almost anyone I have ever worked with, although he is close to retirement age. I had friends at my old firm. I was pushing myself to view “no female partners” at the new firm as a good thing because I knew it meant they would love to make a female partner, but it still felt like such a red flag, even though everyone I met was very nice and did not seem particularly sexist (you know, any more than usual guys you work with). I cried every day from the day I gave notice until I started at my new firm, which was right after Memorial Day.
Anyway, not that surprisingly, I have regretted my decision pretty consistently for the last 8 months. I could go into the reasons, but the bottom line is just that I was miserable. I work for two reasons (other than the paying-the-mortgage type reasons). One is because I actually really like being a lawyer. The other is because I am a happier person when I talk to people other than my wife and kids. The work at the new firm was boring, and I had no friends. And I had no idea how to go about getting better work, and no way to make friends, because the associates were super unfriendly. So I went through about a three month process of pining for my old job before I finally took a page out of Bumby’s book. When he gets into stuff, he comes right up to me and says, “I made a big mess. I need help!” Well, I had made a big mess, and I needed help, too. It strikes me over and over again how simply he views the world, and how often that is the best approach. He doesn’t lie. He asks for what he needs. He tries to do it himself but has no shame in admitting he needs help. When he’s hurt, he cries and reaches for someone to hug. He says “I love you” all the time. Sometimes, things are not that complicated. My two year old pretty much has it all figured out.
So I scheduled lunch with the guy I liked so much from my old firm, and asked for my job back. He said he would need a few days to talk to other partners at the firm and see if they thought they could keep me busy and what the reception was in general. Less than 24 hours later, he called me and said they’d be delighted to have me. Less than two weeks after that, I had cleared conflicts and had an offer letter in hand. When I gave notice, my boss at my new firm said that he actually thought going back was going to be a good move for me, after hearing my complaints about the new firm.
I start on Tuesday at my new/old job. I am looking forward to female mentors, friends in the office, and work that I find interesting again. My gut is feeling much better about this job move than the last one.