The bigs.
“I was born to do this,” I congratulated myself as I brushed my teeth, wondering how many hours until daylight.
I was out of law school only a few months, just into my role of prosecuting traffic citations in justice court, the lowest deputy county attorney handling the lowest priority cases in the court of least jurisdiction, when called-out to my first middle-of-the-night crime scene. It was my inaugural shift as an on-call prosecutor and the first time I’d ever carried a cell phone (I know I’m carbon-dating myself), so when it rang it took me a minute to wake up, figure out how to flip it open in the dark, and accept the call. It was my boss.