Get Out of the Car

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 the day.  At the end of the day, well past business hours, we grab a taxi to go back to our hotel.

Partner makes another call from my phone during this taxi ride and decides he must immediately depart for some other location.  He tells the taxi driver to head to the airport and tells me I have to get out. 

The driver pulls over in a deserted industrial park, well past 9 p.m. and leaves me standing in a median strewn with broken beer bottles and hypodermic needles—in a skirt suit and heels, no less.  Partner hands me my cell phone, “recharge battery” flashing urgently on the screen.  I have no idea where I am and didn’t think soon enough to look for a number on the cab.  I have $22 in cash on me.  I’m not even sure where my hotel is—it’s a Sheraton somewhere in the city—because the Partner’s office handled the travel arrangements and the cab when we arrived earlier that morning at the airport.

I don’t know information on any cab companies, and with my nearly dead cell, dare I risk a call for information?  Can a cab get a GPS ping from my cell phone?  Because I don’t even know where to tell the cab pick me up.  I seriously consider using what’s left of my battery life to call my mom, cry and say goodbye. 

I begin to walk through what looks like Beirut, hoping to find a pay phone (and at least one street sign).  Finally, a massive FedEx truck passes, and so moved with relief to see something as familiar as a major corporate logo, I manage to flag him down.  Miraculously, he does not abduct or rape me, but instead radios to have dispatch call me a cab, calling me a “stranded woman who’s lost and pretty shaken up” to the woman on the other end.  Truer words were never spoken.  He even insists on waiting with me till they show. 

Two hours, three Sheratons and $60 later, I finally arrive back in my room.  And, sadly, inconsiderate partners could learn a few lessons in respect and human decency from truck drivers.

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[Ed. Note @ 12:30 PM PST: Something we forgot to mention is that today’s post is a second submission from the same female associate who submitted “Legal Mean Streets” back in September of last year.  And it is confirmed that the partner in both pieces is the same.  Which bring up a great point, we love well-written abuse submissions—even multiple submissions—so don’t be afraid to yours. We have requested a comment from the submitter as to how one partner was able to strand her in the urban jungle twice in one career.  We’ll keep you posted.]

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38 Comments

  1. Bill Dugan

    May 1, 2009 at 3:37 am

    While I might just say poor beeotch, I can’t sympathi– t there’s something fishy, and it involves the associate herself.  Virtually every woman I know carries a purse as big as a satchel, and it contains everything from novels to astroglide to condoms, to a spraycan of lysol.  Why didn’t she have a copy of her itinerary in that satchel?  Also, did she have a PDA, or a blackberry, she could have her hotel address handy.  Yes the partner was an a-hole (what’s new), but this beeotch should have been smart enough to be prepared

  2. Alma Federer

    May 1, 2009 at 6:46 am

    Yes, it seems these yokels are running out of ideas, particularly on Fridays, are lazy, or otherwise believe their audience is to stupid or busy to remember this.  For once, I agree with BL1Y, who we can always count on to be a little weenie/needler.

  3. BL1Y

    May 1, 2009 at 6:57 am

    Wow.  Deleting my comment for calling them out on recycling a story?  This is a new low.

  4. Wilbur Moore

    May 1, 2009 at 7:02 am

    The day when Alma and BL1Y agree!  Next thing you know the two will get together for a hump-day party!

  5. BL1Y

    May 1, 2009 at 7:18 am

    Alma and I also agree that she’s a man-hating bigot.

  6. Anon Female

    May 1, 2009 at 7:25 am

    I felt so sorry for this woman – but glad to hear that she ended up ok. it’s crazy to imagine the partner could be that inconsiderate and out of touch.

  7. manda

    May 1, 2009 at 7:26 am

    is this something that seriously happens to people?  I don’t think any amount of money would be worth getting treated that way, but I’m sure that’s just me.

  8. Anon Female

    May 1, 2009 at 7:29 am

    BL1Y, why Y Y are you so annoying? And your pal Alma sounds like she is a man moonlighting as a woman. I think you both deserve each other.

  9. BL1Y

    May 1, 2009 at 8:01 am

    I hear the partner’s name is George P. Burdell.

  10. Ace in the Hole

    May 1, 2009 at 8:12 am

    I think I can vaguely remember the previous episode he’s talking about but too lazy to look for it… something about the associate not bringing her cell phone to an out of office meeting because she didn’t have the stones to even walk back to her office to get it…. Or wait, was it the one partner about bringing opposing counsel on the small private plane and leaving you to look for your own travel in a small town and then not having the balls to respond appropriately by flying home through Honolulu?  In any event, BL1Y is right, there are plenty of associate abuse stories out there, and since the site seems to be running out of the good stuff, what do you pay for freelance articles?

  11. Ace in the Hole

    May 1, 2009 at 8:13 am

    Whoops, that’ll teach me to walk away mid-edit and then post… but heck, when in Rome…

  12. BL1Y

    May 1, 2009 at 8:20 am

    The first version of the story was Legal Mean Streets.

  13. Anonymous

    May 1, 2009 at 9:33 am

    aaaaahhh—I always hate myself when I read these comments—the same 4 people pretending to be famous.  and they’re now content police.  who the fuck cares??

  14. Magic Circle Jerk

    May 1, 2009 at 10:00 am

    Horrid, what a douchebag.  Firm? So I know never to lateral there?

  15. Alex Hump

    May 1, 2009 at 10:08 am

    This chick was a dope for letting the partner bully her.  She should have just told him to get her out of there, and not leaving her to fend for herself.  She must have been some dawg.

  16. JimPA

    May 1, 2009 at 10:25 am

    Babe, you’re not being valued.  You might be a sitting duck for an infamous layoff.  Make sure your phone is charged for a headhunter.

  17. Anonymous

    May 1, 2009 at 10:29 am

    @10:33: Amen, brother.  The same 4 idiots, who actually think people show up to see what pearls of wisdom they have to share.  NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU LOSERS.

  18. Bitter and Abused? How about copied?

    May 1, 2009 at 10:34 am

    BL1Y was right.  Look and compare this post from last September.  It’s a copy!
    I had just lateralled over to a major firm in a new city.  One day I receive a call from a partner asking me to come to his office, and to bring the “Acme” file.  When I get there, he says, “Walk with me.” I assume we’re on another Starbucks run “meeting.” Instead, we get to the curb, and he has a car and driver waiting.  We’re going over to meet with a client. 
    I made like a potted fern, as they expect me to do, and took notes.  At the end of the meeting, which was past the close of business, partner and I depart client’s office.  Partner tells me that he’s going to have the car take him home.  I blink.  It’s dark.  It’s winter.  I don’t have a coat.  I don’t have a purse.  Or any money.  Or ID.  I didn’t expect to leave the office that afternoon.  I don’t even know where I am.  I’m in a skirt suit and heels.  I don’t have a cell phone.  I’m a woman, alone after dark in an unfamiliar city without a dime or a can of pepper spray. 
    So I walk, for what seems like hours, past what seems like a frighteningly large collection of nefarious denizens of the night, gathering to do me harm.  And discover, to my relief, that I have put my subway fare card in my suit pocket that morning.  So, if I can find a subway station, I can at least get back to the office.
    An hour later, heels blistered, palms sweaty, I return to the safety of my office.  Where the partner has had his secretary leave a stack of documents to be privilege reviewed by morning.

  19. Bitter and Abused? How about copied?

    May 1, 2009 at 10:34 am

    BL1Y was right.  Look and compare this post from last September.  It’s a copy!
    I had just lateralled over to a major firm in a new city.  One day I receive a call from a partner asking me to come to his office, and to bring the “Acme” file.  When I get there, he says, “Walk with me.” I assume we’re on another Starbucks run “meeting.” Instead, we get to the curb, and he has a car and driver waiting.  We’re going over to meet with a client. 
    I made like a potted fern, as they expect me to do, and took notes.  At the end of the meeting, which was past the close of business, partner and I depart client’s office.  Partner tells me that he’s going to have the car take him home.  I blink.  It’s dark.  It’s winter.  I don’t have a coat.  I don’t have a purse.  Or any money.  Or ID.  I didn’t expect to leave the office that afternoon.  I don’t even know where I am.  I’m in a skirt suit and heels.  I don’t have a cell phone.  I’m a woman, alone after dark in an unfamiliar city without a dime or a can of pepper spray. 
    So I walk, for what seems like hours, past what seems like a frighteningly large collection of nefarious denizens of the night, gathering to do me harm.  And discover, to my relief, that I have put my subway fare card in my suit pocket that morning.  So, if I can find a subway station, I can at least get back to the office.
    An hour later, heels blistered, palms sweaty, I return to the safety of my office.  Where the partner has had his secretary leave a stack of documents to be privilege reviewed by morning.

  20. Bitter and Abused? How about copied?

    May 1, 2009 at 10:34 am

    BL1Y was right.  Look and compare this post from last September.  It’s a copy!
    I had just lateralled over to a major firm in a new city.  One day I receive a call from a partner asking me to come to his office, and to bring the “Acme” file.  When I get there, he says, “Walk with me.” I assume we’re on another Starbucks run “meeting.” Instead, we get to the curb, and he has a car and driver waiting.  We’re going over to meet with a client. 
    I made like a potted fern, as they expect me to do, and took notes.  At the end of the meeting, which was past the close of business, partner and I depart client’s office.  Partner tells me that he’s going to have the car take him home.  I blink.  It’s dark.  It’s winter.  I don’t have a coat.  I don’t have a purse.  Or any money.  Or ID.  I didn’t expect to leave the office that afternoon.  I don’t even know where I am.  I’m in a skirt suit and heels.  I don’t have a cell phone.  I’m a woman, alone after dark in an unfamiliar city without a dime or a can of pepper spray. 
    So I walk, for what seems like hours, past what seems like a frighteningly large collection of nefarious denizens of the night, gathering to do me harm.  And discover, to my relief, that I have put my subway fare card in my suit pocket that morning.  So, if I can find a subway station, I can at least get back to the office.
    An hour later, heels blistered, palms sweaty, I return to the safety of my office.  Where the partner has had his secretary leave a stack of documents to be privilege reviewed by morning.

  21. Eileen

    May 1, 2009 at 10:40 am

    You two anonymous dildoes ought to be paraded out so everyone can see your micropeckers.  Get a life; if you don’t like the comments, dont read them.  You are to dumb to know the difference anyways.  Dipsticks!

  22. Lady lawyer

    May 1, 2009 at 11:08 am

    This is a great fiction story.  Can a man be that inconsiderate?????? and not think of the danger involved????

  23. Loser Police

    May 1, 2009 at 11:37 am

    Omg!!! Call Bob Woodward!!!!  Get a life, losers!

  24. Anon

    May 1, 2009 at 11:55 am

    Thanks for the proviso.  The world was coming to an end.

  25. Anonymous

    May 1, 2009 at 11:58 am

    BL1Y has got to be the biggest loser in the world. Is this really how you spend your day?

  26. BL1Y

    May 1, 2009 at 1:34 pm

    I still call BS.  If this was the second time it had happened with the same partner, don’t you think that would have been mentioned in the story?

  27. BL4Y

    May 1, 2009 at 2:09 pm

    BL1Y,
    I call bullshit on you. If you’re really a lawyer, there’s no way you would spend this much time on this site. Don’t you do any work?

  28. Anonymous

    May 1, 2009 at 2:22 pm

    Of course he does work. He’s smart enough to be able to check back from time to time to see what you morons are saying about him.

  29. Anon Female

    May 1, 2009 at 4:31 pm

    I called it first BL1Y is a tool. what else can I say?

  30. Anonymous

    May 1, 2009 at 5:13 pm

    Who died and made BL1Y interesting?

  31. BL1Y

    May 3, 2009 at 6:04 am

    @6:13: Whoever comes up with original content for this site.

  32. Anon

    May 3, 2009 at 7:28 am

    Hey BL1Y, why don’t you write something original, bitch!!!!  Show us what you got.  Write something funny, smart, insightful.  I bet the editors will publish it, probably just to make you look like the un-funny, dumb d-bag you really are.  So put up or shut up, ass-clown!

  33. Anonymous

    May 3, 2009 at 9:28 am

    I think Anon Female looks like a moose.

  34. Anonymous

    May 3, 2009 at 9:29 am

    And I forgot.  BL1Y has his own blog, which is pretty funny, so ANON, you can lick your own behind.

  35. Anon Female

    May 4, 2009 at 6:38 am

    Anonymous, as much as you would hope to think I am a moose – I am far from it.

  36. LindseyLaw

    May 4, 2009 at 6:51 am

    It’s great to hear stories from associates. It’s nutty that partners can do things like this and not seem to even realize how awful what they are doing is and how it effects others. Thanks to this woman for sharing her experience.

  37. Eve

    May 18, 2009 at 6:53 pm

    I don’t believe this nor “legal mean streets”

  38. anon

    September 5, 2009 at 10:56 am

    You must be a dumb bitch if you can’t get yourself out of a simple situation.

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