It’s now to the point at my law firm where I wish someone would just put me out of my misery and lay me off already.
Don’t let anyone ever tell you that it’s glamorous to travel as a lawyer for business. It’s not.
The man who takes my chocolates from the law firm fridge hasn’t missed my name. He sent me a note reminding me to replenish the supply!
My boss is a class-A booze fiend. And my philosophy is usually: his liver, his life, I don’t care. Except there’s one problem. My paycheck bounced.
You go watch the video, you study your ass off, and you basically have no life.
This just in: Michael Jackson is dead. He’s been dead for more than a week. And guess what? He’s still dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead as a door knob. Dead like disco. I’ve wanted to yell this breaking news at my boss every day for the past week. But my boss is a judge and,…
The thought of this old man hanging in the breeze while he talks legal strategy to me is more anxiety than it’s worth.
This, I guess, is a Summer Associate abuse story, if that’s allowed. I just finished my first year at a top-50 law school. The summer job hunt was brutal, and I didn’t get an “offer” until after my last final. But at least I got something—even if it only pays $11/hour to work at an…
My performance review came this week and it was then that I realized the full implications of my interactions with the senior associate
I had been slaving away for weeks. The partner spent that time yelling at me and the paralegal. Then he threw a bagel.