I guess I haven't posted in a long time, but to anyone out there reading this... thanks!
So What's Happened in the Last Few Months?
Well, one of the more noticeable things is that I am no longer working for the long-standing tutoring program I did under the University. I was tired of the new administration and felt that the students, which many of them really just needed more materials and help in tutoring were not getting this and instead other projects were going on in the program. Also the pay sucked... it was almost what minimum wage is in my state.
So... I went looking for another job and lucked out and got a job as a legal assistant at a law firm- exactly what I wanted being a paralegal student. The pay is really nice, the team is small but great for the most part, and the firm is really nice and pretty.
I work three days a week the usual 9-5, two days I go to school from sun up to sun down and then I have the weekends to myself. It's a busy schedule- but doable.
I work specifically in bike law. It's a niche but growing field with more and more people, especially millennials using bikes as their main mode of transportation. Most of my job involves calling up insurance companies, calling up medical providers, taking notes of clients and looking at accident footage and records. It's not what I want to do permanently, but it's a pretty nice gig I could see myself doing for some years or so and gives me a lot of experience.
I want to get myself a bicycle. I learned how to ride a bike when I was thirteen years old. When I was around eight or nine my father tried to teach me how to ride a bike- but I fell down near a curb with a drainage hole and bruised myself pretty badly. I got scared and didn't want to learn until I was much older. After I learned how to ride a bike, my dad, my younger brother and I would go bicycling from the sleepy suburbs to the city and do these 20-40 mile day long trips. I wasn't really good at it, but it was pretty neat to bicycle the whole area in a day.
The bike I got when I was a teenager got stolen one day during my senior year of high school. Someone left the garage door open in my parents house and one day it was gone. My dad still thinks to this day that I had pawned the bike or sold it to someone for extra cash, but the bike really wasn't worth much and I am personally too lazy to want to do that.
When I moved to my recent place my friend and roommate left her bike in the patio outside unlocked. I told her it wasn't a good idea. One day her bike broke down, as she came inside to have dinner with me someone that same night stole the broken bike.
My dad told me when he was in his 20's he used to have a really nice bike. He lived in an apartment on the second floor and kept it on his patio. One day when he came home from work he saw a man climb up the patio and steal his bike.
I guess a lot of people in my life, including myself have had their bike stolen. To me it is like a metaphor for a piece of you that can be quickly and without warning being taken away- like a freak illness or injury.
Always savor the moments that you have in health and well-being and always, always guard and protect yourself as much as you can- use a "bike lock" in your life.
