Not with a bang, but... in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

So I’m tired… as could be expected from being awake at 3 AM to write MY WEEKEND ENTRY. But being back at work has already drained me so much more than anything else possibly could. The Board has no plans on moving forward for a county attorney. At least no plans within the next few weeks. Which translates into either they won’t have a County Attorney at the start of next year OR they are intentionally stalling for as long as possible so that they can say “Well, none of the other candidates could be here in time. We HAVE to go with Ren!” Which would be simply a disaster. It would be going from someone this state knows to be a terrible attorney to someone that hasn’t the experience or the work ethic to be a good attorney. I am… crushed by this psychotic bullshit manipulation on the part of the board. They are responsible for their county; if they aren’t putting the needs of the County in a position of priority… they should bloody well quit and stop being a nuisance.

So I get to enjoy my Monday with a nice cocktail of negative emotions. Apathy for the County… which makes me want to take every awful plea deal because fuck this place, why should I be the only one trying to do what’s right? Rage at the Board of Supervisors… because their selfish, small minded, ignorant asses should have taken the recommendations of the Department. Paranoia because who the fuck knows what is going to happen. Anxiety because I have zero power to control, guide, or prepare for the Board’s lunacy. And a considerable amount of Panic & Fear. Because what are my options? To continue in a job that compromises my ethics… that puts me at risk of losing my law license… for a county that actively wishes to die? OR to leave. To finally take my wife and say, “Fuck it. I’m fixing things. We’re moving back to a place where we feel comfortable.” While simultaneously losing health insurance and a paycheck and employment. Because (and I’m being serious here) I keep applying. And nobody will hire me. HOW am I so fucking unemployable? Unemployable because… it isn’t like I bomb the bloody interview. I could understand that. I’m not even getting interviews. Something about “Young Lawyer with criminal law and retail experience” is reading like “Unprofessional Leper.” So… yeah.

I suppose the TL;DR of this entry would be as follows:
County’s fucked. I can’t get work. Bad people get to do whatever they want. And I can’t really take much more.