
Looking westward on 35th St at Madison Ave in 1911
New York Public Library Collection | Flickr Commons
I know now that I know very little, if at all. What years and years of education I have had, what degrees I have listed, what papers I have scrawled, what tests I have finished (or not finished), what objects I have handled and learned, and what images my eyes have seen: all means nothing.
As one works and works and works, sacrificing hours and minutes and even days of quality time spent with family and friends because the work requires it—deadlines have been set (often without your input and sometimes even over your objections), money has been budgeted, etc.—there is some understanding that you will be recognized at least (if not rewarded) for such dedication, for such sacrifices. Right?
As I “grow” in life, I am learning that there is no such thing. It is a lesson, I suppose, I’ve learned before and constantly must be taught again and again and again. At what point, I wonder, will I learn? At what point will I accept that there is no mutually beneficial relationship in employer and employee? As a lawyer, I suppose, I should know that the very existence of a corporation is to shield itself from legal responsibilities: and perhaps also to moral, ethical and humane considerations, as well.