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Happy Hour Is for Amateurs: A Lost Decade in the World's Worst Profession
“I was fired from my first legal job within a month, and this book explains why it was the best thing to ever happen to me.”
—Tucker Max, author of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell The anonymous author who calls himself “The Philadelphia Lawyer” is an enormously popular blogger with an enthusiastic online fan base. With Happy Hour is for Amateurs, he brings his hilarious, biting, spot-on rants, revelations, and remembrances to the printed page. Part Office Space , part Howard Stern—with a bit of Bukowski thrown in for good measure— Happy Hour is for Amateurs is a drunken and debauched tour through the courtrooms, bars, and bedrooms of the American legal system. As The Philadelphia Lawyer’s subtitle so succinctly puts it, “Work Sucks. Life Doesn’t Have To.”
—Tucker Max, author of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell The anonymous author who calls himself “The Philadelphia Lawyer” is an enormously popular blogger with an enthusiastic online fan base. With Happy Hour is for Amateurs, he brings his hilarious, biting, spot-on rants, revelations, and remembrances to the printed page. Part Office Space , part Howard Stern—with a bit of Bukowski thrown in for good measure— Happy Hour is for Amateurs is a drunken and debauched tour through the courtrooms, bars, and bedrooms of the American legal system. As The Philadelphia Lawyer’s subtitle so succinctly puts it, “Work Sucks. Life Doesn’t Have To.”
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First published January 1, 2008
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April 27, 2010
Here's what I thought this book would be: a scathing, snarky chronicle of life as a young lawyer.
I should have known to turn and run when I saw that the vile Tucker Max had endorsed it. I was once fooled into reading I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max because I thought it would be funny. Instead, it was chapter after chapter of nasty, ultra-descriptive sexual exploits.
Apparently, Max and The Philadelphia Lawyer are kindred spirits as far as writing goes. While it's clear that The Philadelphia Lawyer (and for the record, Tucker Max as well) is intelligent and could be a good writer, he defaults to writing entire chapters about banging bitches. Congratulations, d-bag, you got really drunk and fucked some girls. So original. This book had the potential to be really interesting, but instead reads like some schmuck wants to relive his glory days, clamoring for the attention of assorted frat boys to read it and say, "you the man, bro."
Additional proof: The Philadelphia Lawyer both thanks and apologizes to his mother in the acknowledgements. Cute.
I should have known to turn and run when I saw that the vile Tucker Max had endorsed it. I was once fooled into reading I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max because I thought it would be funny. Instead, it was chapter after chapter of nasty, ultra-descriptive sexual exploits.
Apparently, Max and The Philadelphia Lawyer are kindred spirits as far as writing goes. While it's clear that The Philadelphia Lawyer (and for the record, Tucker Max as well) is intelligent and could be a good writer, he defaults to writing entire chapters about banging bitches. Congratulations, d-bag, you got really drunk and fucked some girls. So original. This book had the potential to be really interesting, but instead reads like some schmuck wants to relive his glory days, clamoring for the attention of assorted frat boys to read it and say, "you the man, bro."
Additional proof: The Philadelphia Lawyer both thanks and apologizes to his mother in the acknowledgements. Cute.
October 20, 2008
I worked on this book, so I'm very biased, but personally I think it's fantastic.
Beyond that, though, I'm very confused by complaints that it's not a book about law, as I don't think the title or summary do anything to create that impression. Literally, "This is a book about escape. It's also about laughing gas..." Nowhere does it claim to be a dissection of the legal field, any more than any other field. People's expectation that a book should be what they want, rather than what it tells you it is totally baffles me, here and with other books.
It's a must read for the angsty, open-minded 9-5 crowd, though.
Beyond that, though, I'm very confused by complaints that it's not a book about law, as I don't think the title or summary do anything to create that impression. Literally, "This is a book about escape. It's also about laughing gas..." Nowhere does it claim to be a dissection of the legal field, any more than any other field. People's expectation that a book should be what they want, rather than what it tells you it is totally baffles me, here and with other books.
It's a must read for the angsty, open-minded 9-5 crowd, though.
November 26, 2021
I don’t think the stories here are real. I don’t even know if The Philadelphia Lawyer is real; chances are high that it was just Tucker Max himself writing these stories based on what he knows about lawyers and the legal profession. Same types of stories, same writing style, etc. This guy went away right around the time Tucker Max decided to disappear too. Lots of coincidences, not much in the way of proof was ever provided. I think at that time “frat lit” was a dying trend so it’s just as well that The Philadelphia Lawyer, whoever he is, disappeared.
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September 5, 2010[This review also appears on FingerFlow.com, a site for review and discussion of creative works.]
While this book might arouse interest for the first few chapters, the entertainment value drops off quickly. How many times can the same tweaked story be retold? How many times can one guy relive the same premise with minor alterations in the details? Here's the gist of the book: the narrator gets drunk/high, gets into a situation, then gets out of said situation, sometimes with wit (but usually through dumb luck). Rinse, repeat. Also, throw in a few easy women, and one friend with an alcohol/rage/drug problem whose name keeps changing for some odd reason...
The Philadelphia Lawyer is the kind of guy that rubs me the wrong way. He's proud of getting through college drunk, squeaking through law school and getting high to escape the boredom of legal work. Boo hoo. And to top it off, he thinks he's better and smarter than nearly every person he meets!
However, this book is not without merit. It gives what appears to be an honest and intimate look into the legal profession. It's a corrupt system, like many other systems in our society, and I wouldn't be surprised if it scared off some law students.
While this book might arouse interest for the first few chapters, the entertainment value drops off quickly. How many times can the same tweaked story be retold? How many times can one guy relive the same premise with minor alterations in the details? Here's the gist of the book: the narrator gets drunk/high, gets into a situation, then gets out of said situation, sometimes with wit (but usually through dumb luck). Rinse, repeat. Also, throw in a few easy women, and one friend with an alcohol/rage/drug problem whose name keeps changing for some odd reason...
The Philadelphia Lawyer is the kind of guy that rubs me the wrong way. He's proud of getting through college drunk, squeaking through law school and getting high to escape the boredom of legal work. Boo hoo. And to top it off, he thinks he's better and smarter than nearly every person he meets!
However, this book is not without merit. It gives what appears to be an honest and intimate look into the legal profession. It's a corrupt system, like many other systems in our society, and I wouldn't be surprised if it scared off some law students.
June 29, 2013
Philadelphia Lawyer > Tucker Max. Although egotistical and a bit chauvinistic at times, this book was a thousand times better than Max's I Hope They Serve Beer in Heaven, which is of the same basis... It actually pains me to know that they are friends in "real life" and Max may be responsible for his book deal. And btw, I think Lisa deserves a medal for putting up w his vices all these years!
April 21, 2009
Raucous and interesting in a weird sort of way.
December 11, 2009
Laugh-out-loud journey through law school and a decade as a lawyer. Not for the easily offended, but hard to beat if you want a drunken, debauched memoir.
December 12, 2013
Entertaining and fun. Light reading.
August 23, 2021
Laughed out loud at some parts. It was on my friends required reading for year 1 of law school...after reading it, he decided law wasn't for him
Its funny as hell but also does well at shining a light on the over saturated, overly competitive, and more often than not, underpaid lawyers of today.
Its funny as hell but also does well at shining a light on the over saturated, overly competitive, and more often than not, underpaid lawyers of today.
April 18, 2022
This book is terrible and has nothing to do with being a lawyer. I thought it was going to be like wolf of Wall Street but for lawyers. Instead it was like listening to a douchey frat bro talk about his sexual escapades in life. Terrible book
May 29, 2024
I liked this book, and thought that it provided an interesting and bulls##t-free insight into one person’s experience in mainstream US litigation jobs. It reinforced my view that going straight from university into law is, at best, a mixed blessing.
August 24, 2018
Was basically a lawyer who wanted to be Tucker Max who wrote a book and wasn’t funny.
June 1, 2021
A more vanilla version of tucker max
January 3, 2022
Too crass.
Waste of time and most too made up....silly immature author.ten more words required to allow this review is also dumb.
Waste of time and most too made up....silly immature author.ten more words required to allow this review is also dumb.
June 9, 2023
I liked it
A book that made me laugh out loud while I was reading it . I guess it’s my sense of humor
A book that made me laugh out loud while I was reading it . I guess it’s my sense of humor
May 9, 2024
Some good drinking and drugging stories. The way he describes his hangovers makes it worth the read.
December 15, 2008
80 percent of it I'd already read. This pissed me off. I understand how they need to establish the book reader but not blog reader base and they use the same foundation but fuck me. I probably wouldn't have bought it. Certainly not for the material. Only for the trophy idea and I don't think that that's really worth it. The book also felt really low quality.
Other than all that it was fucking hilarious.
More importantly though there was a message. Which was what the book was really about. It's not about the drugs, booze and sex. It's about living you life the way you want to. It's calling out everyone who believes all the bullshit we pass around all day.
But I've yet to really see what he's talking about. I'm outside looking in. Bet that'll change real soon.
Quotes:
"The location of the thing screams for exploration-that cold mocking eye, taunting you when you take her from behind. You're a big man in the front door. But you haven't brought that game into my house."
"There aren't many sensations creepier than being inside someone and at the same time feeling like the two of you are on separate planes, flying toward opposite coasts."
"Fucking with any agenda other than fucking isn't fucking at all."
"We were putting on a show for a fantasy audience, and the oddity was, at that point out of the three of them, Rachel seemed the most honest. Say what you will about the foulness of the thing, nobody eats assholes with an ulterior motive."
"The lay knows. It doesn't ban the public display of breasts. I bans nipples."
"Once you buy into the notion that your time belongs to someone else, the game's over. You'll be on the merry-go-round for years before you even realize you're there, running in circles."
"The weeks after I'd given notice were a carnival of senseless abuse and gluttony, almost impossible to describe in any coherent or organized sense-an awful kaleidoscope of slurring and shouting, video games, bed spins, bong hits, cheap champagne, and wretched shaky mornings, all sprinkled with those terrible moments of lucidity, the kind where you look in the mirror and realize you're smoking the filter through the tobacco."
"It's only when they know you know it's all just a game that they respect you."
"The truth is, premium performance in any field only comes form people who care."
"Now the lesson was finally sticking. A little late, a little costly, but I was still lucky. For a lot of people, it never registers at all. They piss away the only irreplaceable resource they'll ever have."
Other than all that it was fucking hilarious.
More importantly though there was a message. Which was what the book was really about. It's not about the drugs, booze and sex. It's about living you life the way you want to. It's calling out everyone who believes all the bullshit we pass around all day.
But I've yet to really see what he's talking about. I'm outside looking in. Bet that'll change real soon.
Quotes:
"The location of the thing screams for exploration-that cold mocking eye, taunting you when you take her from behind. You're a big man in the front door. But you haven't brought that game into my house."
"There aren't many sensations creepier than being inside someone and at the same time feeling like the two of you are on separate planes, flying toward opposite coasts."
"Fucking with any agenda other than fucking isn't fucking at all."
"We were putting on a show for a fantasy audience, and the oddity was, at that point out of the three of them, Rachel seemed the most honest. Say what you will about the foulness of the thing, nobody eats assholes with an ulterior motive."
"The lay knows. It doesn't ban the public display of breasts. I bans nipples."
"Once you buy into the notion that your time belongs to someone else, the game's over. You'll be on the merry-go-round for years before you even realize you're there, running in circles."
"The weeks after I'd given notice were a carnival of senseless abuse and gluttony, almost impossible to describe in any coherent or organized sense-an awful kaleidoscope of slurring and shouting, video games, bed spins, bong hits, cheap champagne, and wretched shaky mornings, all sprinkled with those terrible moments of lucidity, the kind where you look in the mirror and realize you're smoking the filter through the tobacco."
"It's only when they know you know it's all just a game that they respect you."
"The truth is, premium performance in any field only comes form people who care."
"Now the lesson was finally sticking. A little late, a little costly, but I was still lucky. For a lot of people, it never registers at all. They piss away the only irreplaceable resource they'll ever have."
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February 10, 2012
If you're thinking of reading this, let me do you a favour. Read the first chapter, and then skip the first third of the book.
Crib notes: lots of drinking, sex and substance abuse during the author's law-school days, frequently crass, and offensive by necessity. This sort of writing can be done well -- see He Died with a Felafel in His Hand for an example -- but it rests on the storyline being witty, the humour punchy, and the protagonist in the story being likeable. The first few chapters fail in this regard. The chapters seem formulaic in that they always build to a punchline at the end of the chapter (which often falls flat), and they undercut our identifying with the protagonist/author (P.J. in the book) because after the fifteenth bender, you start to wonder if he was sabotaging his law career before even starting it. 0 stars for this section of the book.
Around a third of the way through -- around the chapter "Marshal?", for those keeping score -- the tone takes a drastic shift for the better, and the narrative actually starts resembling something worth reading.
This chapter represents the author's entry into his first job after law school. If you've read the blurb on Amazon, then this is the book you're expecting. We start getting insights into many different corners of the law industry, which you've probably had a taste of from http://philalawyer.net/ . It paints a scathing picture of the law profession -- from the bill-every-minute work in civil litigation, right through to cutthroat personal injury law. The drinking and drug abuse are still around in spades, so don't think you've missed too much on that front. But now we feel like the debauchery is a relief valve from the stress of working in an industry that most resembles a meat grinder. It's a portrait of a man that hates his job, but he's so wedded to the money and the lifestyle that he pinballs around companies, trying to find work that satisfies him.
If this book had a better editor, I would probably say it would be worth 3 stars: solid, decent writing, occasionally amusing insights or metaphors. As it stands, the clunky start of the book drags it down to 1.5 stars, 2 tops.
Crib notes: lots of drinking, sex and substance abuse during the author's law-school days, frequently crass, and offensive by necessity. This sort of writing can be done well -- see He Died with a Felafel in His Hand for an example -- but it rests on the storyline being witty, the humour punchy, and the protagonist in the story being likeable. The first few chapters fail in this regard. The chapters seem formulaic in that they always build to a punchline at the end of the chapter (which often falls flat), and they undercut our identifying with the protagonist/author (P.J. in the book) because after the fifteenth bender, you start to wonder if he was sabotaging his law career before even starting it. 0 stars for this section of the book.
Around a third of the way through -- around the chapter "Marshal?", for those keeping score -- the tone takes a drastic shift for the better, and the narrative actually starts resembling something worth reading.
This chapter represents the author's entry into his first job after law school. If you've read the blurb on Amazon, then this is the book you're expecting. We start getting insights into many different corners of the law industry, which you've probably had a taste of from http://philalawyer.net/ . It paints a scathing picture of the law profession -- from the bill-every-minute work in civil litigation, right through to cutthroat personal injury law. The drinking and drug abuse are still around in spades, so don't think you've missed too much on that front. But now we feel like the debauchery is a relief valve from the stress of working in an industry that most resembles a meat grinder. It's a portrait of a man that hates his job, but he's so wedded to the money and the lifestyle that he pinballs around companies, trying to find work that satisfies him.
If this book had a better editor, I would probably say it would be worth 3 stars: solid, decent writing, occasionally amusing insights or metaphors. As it stands, the clunky start of the book drags it down to 1.5 stars, 2 tops.
July 26, 2008
I'm not even sure what to say about this book. I was excited to read this book and chose it because I thought it would be like Tucker Max. It even compares itself to Tucker Max on the back cover. However, Philadelphia Lawyer is not nearly as funny and outrageous as Tucker. This book starts out pretty well with him being in law school. I would have loved for him to spent more pages on it. He could have described the classes, the boredom and the characters in law school. However, instead he just describes not going to class and doing drugs. Well that's great and all but come on, I hope that's not all you did or saw and if it was then your law school shouldn't have gave you "gentlemen C's" and should have just failed the author.
After graduation he talks about doing more drugs and having sex with all these different women. Again comparing the author to Tucker Max...make it funny. I don't care if you slept with 200 women. Detail it and make it funny if you want me to read it. Otherwise, I don't care. Then the author talks about all the drugs he does before he goes to work and then wonders why he didn't like work or want to do anything. I don't think the author truly wanted to be a lawyer. I think he wanted the money and he found out in order to get the money you have to do the work and the hours. He decided that's not what he wanted to do.
The very last couple chapters about how he got into TV and writing this book aren't bad, but they definitely should have been expanded. This book wasn't bad but it wasn't good. It comes out into October so I'm hoping the author can fix some things before he puts it out to the public.
After graduation he talks about doing more drugs and having sex with all these different women. Again comparing the author to Tucker Max...make it funny. I don't care if you slept with 200 women. Detail it and make it funny if you want me to read it. Otherwise, I don't care. Then the author talks about all the drugs he does before he goes to work and then wonders why he didn't like work or want to do anything. I don't think the author truly wanted to be a lawyer. I think he wanted the money and he found out in order to get the money you have to do the work and the hours. He decided that's not what he wanted to do.
The very last couple chapters about how he got into TV and writing this book aren't bad, but they definitely should have been expanded. This book wasn't bad but it wasn't good. It comes out into October so I'm hoping the author can fix some things before he puts it out to the public.
December 23, 2009
I think we all wonder if the way we see the world and interact with some of the more tiresome aspects of of life work/school/jobs is in some way "normal". I read this book in my last semester of law school. Up until then I had become increasingly unhappy with my career choice and wondered if my methods of coping with the whole thing were normal or a sign of some deeper "laziness" or some other failing. I think that many young men in their mid-20's in particular can relate the general feeling of unease that comes after attempting to conform your life to what one's family or society in general rewards and promotes.
This book put into words the dissatisfaction that I felt. Also, it showed me that the way I feel is not uncommon. It is not normal for a human being to go to work every day to promote an institutions that have no actual value to the general welfare and receive all of the satisfaction needed to be happy in life. This book is both a hilarious recollection of great stories that will make cry laughing, and one of the most cathartic things I have ever read.
This book put into words the dissatisfaction that I felt. Also, it showed me that the way I feel is not uncommon. It is not normal for a human being to go to work every day to promote an institutions that have no actual value to the general welfare and receive all of the satisfaction needed to be happy in life. This book is both a hilarious recollection of great stories that will make cry laughing, and one of the most cathartic things I have ever read.
June 29, 2011
It would be most fair to say that if the first half of the book had been more like the second it would have proved an overall more enjoyable read. While the idea behind the book is attention grabbing and interesting, I found far too little of the book about the actual law profession and far too much of it to be about how totally trashed the author and his friends can get. I understand that the dichotomy created between work and play is crucial to appreciating the story, but by the fourth 5 page long bender description i was really over hearing about how hard he can party and was beginning to think the book was a bit repetative.
That being said, I flew through the parts that were about the ridiculousness of being a lawyer (both in Philadelphia and in general). The author has a talent for finding a way to make you see exactly how inane and bizarre the law process and career can be even if, like me, you have no personal experience of it's inner workings. Overall, I found the book entertaining and enjoyable, if perhaps in need of a little trimming.
That being said, I flew through the parts that were about the ridiculousness of being a lawyer (both in Philadelphia and in general). The author has a talent for finding a way to make you see exactly how inane and bizarre the law process and career can be even if, like me, you have no personal experience of it's inner workings. Overall, I found the book entertaining and enjoyable, if perhaps in need of a little trimming.
March 17, 2010
I've read a great deal of this material before on the author's blog. I think that I just come to different conclusions about life than he does, and though I feel like I know him very well, I don't really get him or the viewpoint he talks from. I'm also a lawyer, and while my outside life doesn't really have much to do with my work life, I feel like I don't really identify with the gripes about the practice of law compared to the strain on a personal life. I like to think I have quite a bit of fun in my personal life, but it doesn't feel so much as a desperate need to escape as it does an exploration of other aspects of my personality.
I tend to avoid people described in this book as much as possible.
Maybe I'm not a guy and that's why I don't get it. Maybe I'm not as dissatisfied with my life enough. Or I don't care about the money as much. I dunno.
Still, interesting read.
I tend to avoid people described in this book as much as possible.
Maybe I'm not a guy and that's why I don't get it. Maybe I'm not as dissatisfied with my life enough. Or I don't care about the money as much. I dunno.
Still, interesting read.
December 22, 2009
Philalawyer is the kind of guy who knows where the shit lies. I've been a fan of his since I first discovered his website years ago, and if you like his writing this book doesn't dissapoint: just as insightful with better editing and a character arc. It's a great introduction into the sort of tihngs he likes to talk about.
The man has a deep understanding of the desperate angst and insanity of one's late twenties: the artificiality of the working world, the lack of direction or meaningful life goals, and the frustration of living in a world full of squares. Half the time his writing is hilarious, and the other half of the time it's deeply reassuring to know that you aren't the only one screaming that the Emperor has no clothes.
I recommend this book for any intelligent person in their twenties or thirties, not just for those in the legal profession - but if you're one of the latter you're doing an active harm to yourself if you don't read it.
The man has a deep understanding of the desperate angst and insanity of one's late twenties: the artificiality of the working world, the lack of direction or meaningful life goals, and the frustration of living in a world full of squares. Half the time his writing is hilarious, and the other half of the time it's deeply reassuring to know that you aren't the only one screaming that the Emperor has no clothes.
I recommend this book for any intelligent person in their twenties or thirties, not just for those in the legal profession - but if you're one of the latter you're doing an active harm to yourself if you don't read it.
August 11, 2010
I felt this book lost it's appeal after the first few chapters. Also the constant slandering of the legal profession is quite vexing. The author continuously writes of his sexual escapades, drug abuse and excessive drinking and then he`ll go onto to write how miserable it is to be an attorney and what a horrible profession it is. Perhaps such a human being, with such vices isn't up to par with the profession? In ever area of life there are the good and the bad I am not stating that all attorney's are classy individuals with above average characteristics but I don't think such a person who spoke of breaking the law frequently (the use of illegal drugs for one)is cut out for a profession where you represent others in legal issue. Nonetheless this book held my attention for a few chapters, it was a good read but then it hit a wall. Very repetitive, not written with the best of vocabulary and at times just depressing.
July 12, 2011
As a law student I really wanted to like this book. A lot of the descriptions of law school were accurate, and it was good to hear the negatives about firm life. The real world/party animal dichotomy was intriguing at first, but I felt like the stories never really finished. Some of them I was waiting for that big "wow" moment, i.e. Tucker Max crashing a car into a donut shop. Midway through the book all I wanted to do was tell the author to grow up and do the work or get out of the business. That said, while many may disagree with me I though the end of the book was much stronger and more intriguing then the beginning. Sure the beginning had all the debauchery (which tucker max fans will enjoy), but by the end of the book "P.J." wasn't just a drunken asshole coasting on privilege and a quick wit, he had become an actual character.
In short, at the beginning I laughed, a little while in I hated it, by the end it really came together.
In short, at the beginning I laughed, a little while in I hated it, by the end it really came together.
December 18, 2009
For anyone who has come into the office Monday morning, smelling of the stench of a booze filled weekend, and coming to the sad realization that reconciling the sordid deeds done on the weekend, and the prim and proper way you are expected to act in the office, just might drive you insane - this book is for you.
This book is hilarious, well written and follows the life of your average corporate drone. There are tales of debauchery, drunken escapades and drug fueled nights, but the true tale is how Corporate America, slowly but surely kills your soul.
For those that give this book a poor rating, I don't think they had the right idea going into the book. If you've ever woken up to go to work and thought to yourself: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I doing?" you will enjoy this book.
This book is hilarious, well written and follows the life of your average corporate drone. There are tales of debauchery, drunken escapades and drug fueled nights, but the true tale is how Corporate America, slowly but surely kills your soul.
For those that give this book a poor rating, I don't think they had the right idea going into the book. If you've ever woken up to go to work and thought to yourself: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I doing?" you will enjoy this book.
July 20, 2010
Started out as a drunkalogue along the lines of I hope they serve beer in hell by Tucker Max (who it turns out helped this guy get his book deal), which I hated, but I'm glad I stuck with it. Ends up being a mix. Before he gets married it's a lot of "I took so many drugs, and my friends and I email each other porn links" and so on. Afterward, though, the actual stuff about working in law firms is pretty funny. The advance for the book made it possible for him to get off the treadmill, not a moment too soon for his sanity. Confirms all my worst suspicions about what it would be like to work for a private law firm. Don't think I'll recommend it to my nephews and nieces who are on this path.
January 21, 2010
I don't know what I was expecting with this book. It only added to my dissapointment that I already have with the legal profession. This is definitely written by a guy for guys. It's raunchy, it involves lots of alcohol, and it re-iterates my feelings that this is seriously a lost profession. The Philadelphia Lawyer gives a real description of the mental turmoil caused by a legal career, the stress, the misguidance, and the fact the eventually you become a billing machine, a cog in the wheel, and you don't look back. I think in our difficult economic times, it's important to see career oriented folks stepping off the bandwagon and choosing life, happiness over money and power.
January 18, 2009
I loved this guy's blog long before this book came out. The book basically served as a conclusion to the stories he has posted on his blog over the past few years. He is more on point with the topics he covers than anyone else I have ever read. If you don't "get" his writing or style right off the bat, then you have lived a different type of life and this book isn't for you. Don't listen to the negative reviews on this site that critique this or that. Read one or two of the stories on his blog. If you get it, you will love this book. If not, just move on.
July 24, 2009
Happy Hour is a refeshingingly honest confession of the modern professional. Consider this text a reference, tour guide, or helpful suggestion for all the nine to fivers desperately chasing the American Dream... and only distancing themselves farther from it. This book will no doubt offend the establishment types, dogmatic zealots and blue pill swallowers that spend 4 hours a day commuting to jobs they hate. For those with an open mind, this book is both entertaining and profoundly insightful. Follow PLs example, and you may find the path to peace.
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