Everyone at my law firm is calling me “cupcake.” It’s been this way for the past two weeks.
You forward my resume to the hiring partner or committee, with a note that the firm should take a close look at me. If hired, I become your bitch.
I was once a young associate in a small firm, and I thought I knew better. As in I knew how to write better than the four partners for whom I worked, including the one partner who only dictated. Most of the time I think I was right, but in retrospect it may not have [...]
When you’re young and new to the law, there are tons of ways to foresee yourself being abused as a lawyer. Especially a low-rent attorney like me.
Blah blah blah. And then, about a minute later, he drops a bomb. “So, [Cathy], how’s your vagina?”
Why did two female lawyers quickly swap practice groups unannounced and without justification?
My law firm doesn’t have a modicum of concern about its associates’ health.
What the hell is it about men that makes them get such a kick out of making women feel uncomfortable? Seriously. The IP boutique firm I worked for until recently had two offices. One in Palo Alto, one in San Francisco. I worked in the Palo Alto office, but one day I was called to visit the San [...]
In about two weeks, I’ll walk into my childhood home, drop my bags, pet my dog and tell my parents that I failed the California bar exam.