I have got to stop wasting so many hours on failblog.org. For srsly.

Apparently BigLaw had a massive meltdown today -- hundreds of lawyers were laid off from giant, powerful firms such as DLA Piper and Dechert. (Above the Law has the gory details).

I am sorry for those who are out of their jobs, but I am also feeling somewhat smug right now.

There were times I second-guessed my approach to law school. I wondered whether I should have gone the conventional route -- take on the debt to attend the most prestigious school you can get into, and count on getting that $145k job at a big firm to pay it all off. Instead, I chose to attend a lower-tier school that offered me a big scholarship and the flexibility to have a job during the day.

There were times I thought I'd made a big mistake. But now, I have a job that's exciting and meaningful. I have minimal student loan debt. I have a level of job security with which I'm comfortable. And in the event that something goes wrong, I am amassing solid, practical experience to take to another employer or out on my own.

Meanwhile, the conventional route is backfiring in a big way for a lot of people -- probably some of the same elitist jokers who think it's hilarious to rip on "TTT" schools and small firm practitioners in the comments on ATL. In the year or two before these geniuses got fired from big firms, they got no substantive experience. Ass kissing isn't exactly a marketable skill.

So, there is no point to this post other than to say "neener neener neener" in the general direction of the elite members of my profession.

(Snotty enough for you? Here's hoping I don't have to eat my words.)

I absolutely love my new job. It's challenging, motivating and meaningful. Everything about it clicks with me -- I'm good at the research and writing; I feel motivated to help the clients we represent; I love the fast pace and the constant learning. I'm tremendously thankful to be there. I feel like my shiniest, happiest, best self.

Outside of work, wedding planning is taking up a disturbingly large portion of my brain capacity. My seventeen year old self is cringing.