From Jack McCoy to Michael Clayton.

Right now I am learning some things about being a private attorney in Manhattan that are different than being a lawyer for the government in the Bronx.

One is that the reverse commute is the way to live if you have to commute. Empty trains and space to read beat the unwanted clothed sodomy of the 2 train in rush hour every day of the week. Perhaps that is why after only two days I have come down with a cold. But I think my new employers would find a full body application of Purell an odd way for me to start each day. I also find the subway performing talent is often best on evening downtown bound trains (the reverse commute in evenings) perhaps because there is enough room for doo wop groups and break dancing on emptier trains.

Two, I have received an emergency pack from my new employer. This was just a harsh reality of post 9/11 (this portion of my blog was sponsored by Rudy2008). However, the most disturbing thing was that it was given to me in a fanny pack. But I have dutifully worn it around the office with my suit the first two days because if I don’t wear my emergency fanny pack the terrorists win.

Three, elevators work a little better downtown.

Four, I am still the tallest person at my job. I have already startled three people when getting up from my chair.