By Janet Wallace • August 12, 2010•Writers in Residence
Note: On January 1, my husband and I made a resolution for the New Year: we would move to California's Central Coast before the end of 2010. This series chronicles the career component of our journey as I attempt to make connections, build a network, and, hopefully (fingers crossed!), find a legal job in the next twelve months. Here are the first, second, and third posts in the series.
My dad is a gambling man. He frequents casinos, scratches lottery tickets, has a string of lucky numbers that he uses to enter the California Lotto on a weekly basis. I do not consider myself a gambling women--I hate losing even a single quarter to a slot machine. When I do my loving-daughter eye-roll at all the money spent, my dad declares with a smirk, "you can't win if you don't play!"
A few days ago I was describing our impending move--a move that is just a few weeks away--to one of the school librarians. I could tell he thought the idea was a little crazy, which was confirmed when he asked, "so you're just going to move to a place and hope to get lucky?"
Admittedly, I was taken aback by the question. Just get lucky? Sure, our upcoming move is a bit of a gamble, but surely the probability of finding a job, eventually, is better than the odds of striking it rich at a Craps table in Vegas. I worked hard in law school. I worked hard at making connections along the Central Coast. If nothing else, at least I'm counting cards.
Samuel Goldwyn once said, "the harder I work, the luckier I get." So, yes, I guess I am just hoping to get lucky. I've worked pretty hard for it and, anyway, as my dad, would say: you gotta play to win.
Update: This was the fourth article in a series about moving to the California's Central Coast. If you are interested in following the journey, here are the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and final posts in this series.