a shitter

I went to listen to a lecture today. It was given by a founding partner of a leading labour law firm in the States. The informal lecture was organised by the firm I used to work for (incidentally a firm also specialising in labour and employment – and no, not for the plaintiffs). It was great to listen to a man in his seventies talk about his love for the law (and going up against Jimmy Hoffa in the 1960s). I have forgotten what it feels like to be stimulated by the profession I was once fond of. I looked at my fellow solicitors in the room wondering whether they felt the same insufficiency of the Polish legal system that I feel. Whether listening to the passionate American was a huge slap in the head for them. It was for me. Sigh, what the hell am I doing here…

Meanwhile, Michal is looking at architectural designs for a house we're planning to build next year. I really should get over myself.

And one more thing. My glasses broke a couple of months ago. They were stuck together, albeit not with sticky tape. The super glue I implemented continued to let me down. So I began to search high and low for new frames and kept getting disappointed. Finally last Friday I thought I found the ones least harrowing and had the lenses ordered. The optometrist said the frames were a tad wide for my head. But I insisted they were fine. I picked them up today. “So what do you think?” I said to Michal. “Bit wide for your head. Looks like you’re cross-eyed”. Great.