The Tipping Point

I won't even address the fact that it's been months... MONTHS... since my last post. Blame it on school and work and my unchained id.

So, I'm thinking law school. I had a day two days ago - went out for lunch with a well-dressed thirty-something driving a Lexus who could afford to pay and thought, "I want a nice suit. And I don't want to have it be a big thing that I do." Then I went shopping. (Though, no, I did not but the aforementioned suit.) And then I went to work at my excellent, creative, right-brain stimulating job that is supposed to make up for not being able to afford said suit on a whim. Right? Except, it's the same B.S. You go in thinking you're making art and leave realizing your just managing people's egos. And neither the people nor the egos are talented or smart or enjoyable enough to warrant the managing. In fact, the size of the ego is most often in an inverse relationship to the size of the talent.

I know - it's to be expected wherever you work, right? Except that doesn't fly in this instance, because the compensation for no vacation and no Armani suit is that your work is rewarding and "noble" and the atmosphere you work in is full of creativity and communal blood, sweat and tears and, subsequently, communal joy. If that's not true, then theater people are about as interesting as lawyers, except they're not because generally they're half as smart with no corresponding reduction in hat size. I don't mind ego when it's tied to brilliance - whether that means talent or smarts. But having to deal with overblown egos attached to lazy mediocrities? Uh uh. Give me a Lexus instead.

LSAT, here I come.