The fourth and final installment of the Bitter Lawyer impromptu partner v. associate law firm debate
I’m not particularly attracted to the partner, but it might be worth it for story value. Am I an idiot for even considering this?
I’m tired of partners complaining about “entitled” associates
“X just GRABBED me! Can you believe? No wonder I’m turning into a rabid feminist!” If only I wasn’t too dull-witted to realize this made me enemies
Dear Partners, I have a small request: Please stop driving associates crazy. Why? Because if you do, then we’ll all stop wishing death and harm on you and be more productive employees. At 6:30 PM last Tuesday, fed up with my gut expanding from Friday margarita benders and sedentary bouts induced by thin attempts to…
Female big firm lawyers must withstand many tests of emotional constitution in order to earn enough respect to be accepted as one of the guys
I’ve figured out the secret to avoiding psychological self-implosion and irreparable burnout in the hellish world of BigLaw.
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.
I had been slaving away for weeks. The partner spent that time yelling at me and the paralegal. Then he threw a bagel.
If you don’t satisfy these eight criteria, you don’t work in BigLaw. You just work at a law firm that’s big. There’s a difference.