When it comes to being a highly-educated moving guy with a law firm temp job, it’s best to divide and conquer.
The associates they put in charge of temps usually aren’t that bright, but this guy is unbelievable. Of course, it’s kill or be killed. Temping is an every-man-for-himself proposition.
Law firm temping is a small world. Sort of like Hollywood, but for losers.
This economy is tough, I say. Even for Harvard law grads. Welcome to the bungle.
Mrs. Donut has screwed me for the last time, I realize as Swiss Miss glides into the conference room and sits down across from me. Ordinarily, I’d be pleased that a hot woman was sitting across from me, but not today—not when she’s about to ruin everything. It’s the first day of a new assignment,…
The TemPimp works out of some suburban strip mall hell-hole in an office sandwiched between a rundown H&R Block and one of those ghetto Chinese food joints that also serves sushi. I park my car, taking note of a blonde who reminds me of the Swiss Miss girl. But with a better rack. Apparently, she got…
The first law firm temp to finish their box will be sent home, and the $45-an-hour gravy train will come to a screeching halt.
Boss Lady is a pretty woman with an olive complexion who never thought her JD would grant her dominion over a team of hopeless losers.
The law firm tool is first-team All-Big Firm, and there is no room for humor on that squad
I love the smell of redacting in the morning. Mmm…Sharpies and piles of paper. The exciting life of a lowly lawyer.