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Moving on… New Adventures

FBI Badge & gun.

FBI Badge & gun. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

U.S. Post Office - Long Beach Main, 300 Long B...

U.S. Post Office - Long Beach Main, 300 Long Beach Blvd., Long Beach, California (National Register of Historic Places) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Back in the 80s I was learning two things—how to be a lawyer and how to be an effective human being. I was also learning who I was—that I had certain gifts I had no clue about. Some of these were pointed out to me by teachers and friends at Summit—some I am still assessing. I was told by a fellow attorneys and fellow Summiteers: “she sees things other people miss”.

I did that at Culbertson and Associates–my job after Grayson Maxwell–and for once it seem they may have actually appreciated me. At least they appreciated that I did the job. (They were the ones who said I “hit the ground running.” This reminds me of my last boss in the USAF, Keesler, who told me let me be late from my lunch jog because I “came in and started working”. I thought “what else would I do?” I may have said it out loud, because he pointed out most if the guys drank coffee and read the paper and “skated.”)

In any case when I got a better offer from Ticor Title, they offered me the Assistant managing Attorney  job. I turned it down, to get higher pay and a shorter commute. Bad idea. That  Ticor job was the pits. I hated it. (But as always, I got it through someone I knew. I have gotten EVERY job in law I EVER had that way.)

And the ONLY part that was fun (and I was good at) was, as always,solving puzzles. I found a guy who (as I discovered when I went to our internal investigative unit) was a notorious real estate scammer. That was one juicy file. When I said the name “Emile August” heads popped up over cubicle walls. He was notorious. The crooked notary that he used was named “Chocolate Lemon”—as I live and breathe.

Transcripts of tapes of phone calls about  seamy divorce messes were in there. (Wife was an ex-nun.. Grandma, who ran a nurse’s registry out of Pasadena was the front for the scams…) No–that file was not boring.. .but the FBI knew about the dude and did nothing. Sigh. I got to have fun but nothing came f it.

But I got married and moved to Orange County—so much for the short commute. I gave notice when they (Ticor)  told me days before a planned vacation that was a half hour short of earned vacation time (even though I had checked with them well in advance and been cleared.) They were not sorry to see me go. It was mutual.

And thus began my career as a “solo”—working on my own as an attorney—especially when my husband got himself fired –RIGHT after the wedding. (He didn’t tell me–he just didn’t go to work one day. Oops!  He had pissed his boss of BIG TIME.)

Off to Long Beach… at the edge of LA County and Orange County–where I discovered more of who I was as an attorney. Miracles came easy then… stay tuned.

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  1. May 2, 2012 at 2:57 am

    Staying tuned 🙂 Life is full of so much ups and downs, all we can do is hold on and tight and go along for the ride!

  2. May 2, 2012 at 4:17 am

    Yes it is full of ups and downs… and roads not taken!!

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