Hate Being a Lawyer? Why I Quit
I didn’t always hate being a lawyer. But at 11am on a nondescript Monday in February, I noticed that nothing unpleasant had happened yet. That was unusual. And noting that peculiarity seemed like reason enough to quit my law firm job.
I tell people it was a spontaneous decision. There was no particular day in my mind, but I knew that day I couldn’t do it anymore. There were many days I hated being a lawyer. Rereading my journal, however, I came across this entry:
I just can’t continue on at my job. It’s never-ending [work]. I’m constantly stressed and crying and there’s no relief in sight.
I wrote this in March of 2017, almost two years before I gave notice.
They say it takes decades to become an overnight success, so maybe it’s also true for overnight failure. I remember for so long actually liking my job that I failed to look around and notice, hey I don’t like this anymore. This is the true story of why I quit my law firm job.
The Rosy Past – Is Being a Lawyer Fun?
I entered law school at an inauspicious time – right after the bottom fell through the legal industry. Our dean, rather than give us rosy predictions of the riches we would soon accumulate, acknowledged what a difficult and uncertain time we were in. His commencement speech could be summed up as “good luck.”
Still, after law school, I was lucky enough to obtain high-paying employment as an associate in a law firm. And for the most part, I enjoyed it.
Being a lawyer was great. The money was good. I liked my office and my work outfits. (Ok, I’m shallow). The challenge of the work was invigorating. The office emptied around 6pm. Most people were still working from home, but I appreciated that I didn’t have to do face time. I got amazing free seats to NFL, NHL, and MLB games and a host of other perks. Honestly, we were so spoiled that my parents would complain about the free food at these free [to them] events.
I didn’t even mind the long hours. It didn’t bother me that I billed 2400 hours my first year, and worked on my vacations. I’d worked from a hospital bed on Christmas. I’ve drafted motions while my kidney was infected. And I still liked my job.
Thinking About Quitting My Job
Then, I was put on a case, which was new and interesting at first, but quickly, turned toxic. I hated my boss, and so did everyone else. Five associates left our team in two years. Eventually, I was the only associate left. And I was doing the work of everyone who left.
In November, I was working more than 70 hours a week. I don’t know how many hours it was because I lost track. I spent every minute of my waking hours working. Or worrying about work. And if I wasn’t worrying about work or working, I was having nightmares about work. It was terrible.
In December, I went to my doctor to address my six months of lost appetite. My primary care physician noted that I met the criteria for severe depression and anxiety. She prescribed a diet of sunshine and exercise, and eating food. All good things. We were not going with drugs. We hoped that any dips in mood were situational and would end once new associates started joining the team. And I determined I would spend a little more time out of the office.
I had no time or energy to look for other work. Also, I had no idea what other kind of work I wanted to do. Another law firm would be similar in terms of work and hours. And you can’t tell what your new boss will be like.
Sometimes, Being a Lawyer Sucks
In April of 2018, a year before I quit, I had called my parents to let them know I was quitting. That was the first time I thought of spontaneously quitting. Instead, my parents urged me to stay until I had a new job. And here in February of 2019, I still didn’t know where to go or what to do. Still, I knew that I couldn’t keep doing what I was doing.
In addition to the lost appetite, which I’ve been told is a pretty serious symptom, my hair was falling out. A few mornings a month I would have anxiety-induced dry heaving and panic attacks. I had double vision at the end of the day. I woke up every morning with an intense feeling of dread. The last time I felt relaxed or happy? I couldn’t remember it. Instead, I spent my “free time” figuring out if I could skip activities and meals in order to work instead.
My Job Is Killing Me But I Can’t Quit
It’s drilled in us that health is more important than wealth. But how many of us actually live in a way that doesn’t sacrifice our health for our job, let alone for wealth? Few people would admit that their job was more important than their health. Still it’s easy to sacrifice your body and soul when everyone around you is doing it.
Meanwhile, I had paid off my student loans years earlier by being a diligent saver. I had even read many “financially independent, early retirement” stories with people who quit their jobs with the same amount of money I had saved. I realized I could live for a few years without a paycheck. Though I knew all of this and yet I still didn’t think about quitting.
Future after Law
In January, I was excited to hear about two of my friends getting engaged. One was getting married in March, the other in July. One asked me to be her maid of honor, but my work calendar was nonstop trials.
I could tell based on how understaffed we were, I would miss these two weddings, vacations, sleep, fun. And for what? I wasn’t learning any new skills. I was doing the same thing over and over again. And I would be missing my actual life to do it.
Months earlier, I had contacted a friend who was starting a nonprofit. I asked whether she would have work for me. She said she’d be delighted to have my help. I kept this in my back pocket.
My Legacy – Quitting a Job Too Soon?
I honestly thought that those that need to work a “meaningful” job are naive or rich. But when you’re working 70+ hours a week, you start to think about what you’re giving up. You start to think of your legacy and the endpoint of all your struggles. Are you trading your life for something meaningful?
And while I defend my job and my line of work to all comers, I wouldn’t personally want to trade my life for it. It’s a job, not a life.
Still, when I left my job, I was the most senior minority woman in my firm. I was the second most senior minority – male or female. It’s a white and male-dominated industry. I was honestly surprised and a little proud that I had lasted as long as I did. And I felt like I had some obligation to continue. The guilt followed me shortly, but it wasn’t strong enough to reverse my decision.
I Just Quit My Job and I’m Scared
It was a random Monday in February when I knew in my gut that I couldn’t do this anymore. I walked into my managing partner’s office, closed the door, and gave my two weeks’ notice. Then when I told my supervising partner, she asked me to stay an extra week to help with the transition. I agreed.
The evening after I gave my notice, a man tried to get into my apartment building from the parking garage. He looked a little crazy-eyed. I was standing in the elevator vestibule and he gestured to me to open the door. I didn’t want to help him. But as I entered the elevator away from crazy-eyes’ gaze, I worried that someone else would let him in. I was afraid that he would get into my elevator and retaliate. And I was panic-stricken that he would kill me. And I was panicked, not that he would kill me, but of the timing of it. I had JUST quit my job, but I still hadn’t enjoyed my newfound freedom!
If he had just killed me yesterday, I would have felt relief. Today, I was panicked.
That’s when I knew I had made the right decision. My life finally had something to look forward to.
Leaving a Law Firm
In general, I don’t care about 95% of people’s opinions of me. But there were two groups whose opinion on my quitting gave me pause – my parents and coworkers.
Overall, I received very positive reactions to my news. My coworkers were excited about my work for the nonprofit. My friends seemed relieved and happy for me, knowing how much my job had stressed me out. One of my friends pressed for more details on my future. Finally, he said, if I was happy, he was happy as well.
Telling My Parents I Hate Being a Lawyer
A month before I quit, my mother called to tell me my brother was “in trouble.” I expected her to tell me that my brother had ended up on the wrong side of the mob. Instead, the “terrible” news was just that my brother might need to find a new job. My brother is a defense contractor so job hunting is typical. I told her that quitting his job was fine, and that I had been thinking about quitting.
I also told my mom I had lost my appetite. Now, you can tell your Chinese parents a lot of terrible things that they will just tell you to endure. But a lost appetite is a red alert emergency. My mother whipped up some herbal remedies. She was concerned.
When I told my parents about quitting my job, I braced for the worst. But, perhaps due to our earlier call, my mom did a quick gasp. She then quickly mollified herself by stating “well, you’ve worked there for a long time.” My dad just said “let’s go on a vacation!”
The Last Three Weeks
Telling people I had put in notice at my job was an incongruous event. It seemed like a huge momentous decision, but nothing in my life had changed yet. I was still in the office, still working crazy hours.
Rather than coast, I worked really hard in my last three weeks. My last week, I wrote memos and created training presentations, and wrapped up all my final assignments. In fact, I was given a reply brief to write over my last weekend. It was gratifying that my team had so much faith in me when I could have really screwed them over. On the other hand, perhaps it showed a lack of respect for my own time and plans. In any case, I figured I would give it my all until I was off the payroll.
I gave notice on a Monday, so three weeks from that day was President’s Day. I made my last day, the day after President’s Day. That would have been smart of me to snag a free three-day weekend, but I worked in the office every day of the 3-day weekend and until 6pm on my last day. I had drafts to write, edits to input, memos to write. Finally, I made my rounds and said goodbye. And then I left.
Hate Being a Lawyer? Why I Quit My Law Firm Job
I had scheduled dinner with a friend on my last day. The extrovert in me didn’t want to be alone. He asked me how I felt, and I told him, I had no idea.
Within a week of my last day, I had been texted, emailed, and called for help with projects, that were not urgent and did not require my expertise. If I were to do it again, I would have told everyone I was going on a several months-long expedition to a country with poor internet access or that I was planning on dying. I could tell you how I felt when I got all these messages asking for work – angry.
I’ll write more about how my sabbatical/retirement has been, but it’s been pretty rosy. I’m massively pleased with life after I decided to quit my law firm job. My appetite has slowly returned and my hair looks a little fuller. My vision is a bit better. I’m in much better physical shape. But mostly, I find that I feel happy and I don’t miss my job one bit.