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.
I am on a business trip with a Partner in an unfamiliar city. We have a week of investigation at the client’s headquarters. On the first day, Partner asks to borrow my cell phone to call and berate his wife for allowing him to forget his Blackberry, and he continues to use it extensively throughout…