It’s now to the point at my law firm where I wish someone would just put me out of my misery and lay me off already.
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.
The thought of this old man hanging in the breeze while he talks legal strategy to me is more anxiety than it’s worth.
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.