When It Rains, It Rains

I was offered a job today at a small law firm in Edina. I'd be the fifth attorney there and would do a lot of litigation. In other words, court work. I tell you, when it rains, it really rains. I was half-kidding earlier about wrapping up the trifecta of love, money and shelter, and here it is at least partially wrapped. There's lots of work and unknowns for the future, but I honestly cannot help but smile.

It's likely I will take the job, though I asked to sleep on it before making a decision. For me, the most painful issue will be leaving my baby behind--Project 504. It's been six years in the making and a roller-coaster ride at that, with near financial shutdowns, frustrating and deflating defeats, and unbelievable results and recognition. Recently, I've been working with the most remarkable people: our team of lay advocates, regular people who assist tenants in eviction cases in Hennepin County District Court. Two in particular--Megan and Yolanda--are quite powerful in the work that they do. All I did was provide some basic training and direction, as well as immediate feedback, and they have become smarter, more insightful, and more effective than the team of volunteer attorneys who are available to help tenants at court. They are street smart, savvy and compassionate, a rare combination. I will miss them immensely, not only because of their skill and efforts, but also because I have loved hanging out with them at court and taking their guff about my life--whether that relates to my dating, my son, or the goofed up things that I sometimes do.

We'll see. If all goes as I would like it to, I will accept the job and also hang on to some role with PJ504. Given the rain that has come down on me, I'm thinking it's all possible. Knock on wood, everybody, and touch metal if you happen to be or speak Italian.