I just finished reading Happy Hour is For Amateurs by The Philadelphia Lawyer. I have to tell you how much I LOVED THIS BOOK!
I was nervous when I saw the blurb from Tucker Max on the cover because Tucker Max is a vile, disgusting a$$hole and he's proud of it. I'm not easily offended, hell, most of my close friends are guys who can be really gross, I'm a little embarrassed to even admit I read "I Hope They Serve ...." Don't be scared though, The Philadelphia Lawyer isn't another Tucker Max.
"Happy Hour is for Amateurs" is a brutally honest account of what it feels like to be trapped in a job you hate, selling your soul and toiling away in the dirty vineyards of the law just for the big paycheck. If you've never slaved away years in a concrete box of a big city law firm I'm not sure you will truly appreciate this book.
"Happy Hour" explains why the majority of people working in the legal profession use sex, drugs and rock and roll (and lots of alcohol) to help numb the pain of having to go to the office every single day.
It was the perfect book for me to read in my final days of an 11+ year stint working for miserable SOB litigators. The Philadelphia Lawyer reinforced the fact that I'm lucky to be getting out. I don't have a book deal or any job prospects but I'm praying I'll never have to go back to the soul sucking practice ever again. I'm going to have to keep this book on my shelf to read again in case I ever think of working for lawyers again.
I've only got 1 week and 1 day to go but it feels like an eternity. I hope I can hold out and resist the strong urge I have to stab my pen in Dick's eye. I'd would want to kick him in the balls too if he had any.