1. Law school does not teach you how to be a lawyer. Maybe it teaches you how to think like a lawyer, but I could have went to paralegal school for that and saved $200,000. So, thanks for that, Georgetown. Much appreciated.
2. Law firms like to give you lots and lots of free alcohol and free (bad for you) food.
3. Lots of free alcohol + lots of free (bad for you) food = Lots of non-free shopping because you've gained too much weight to fit into your formerly "skinny" clothes. Damn it.
4. Do. Not. Piss. Off. The. Secretaries.
5. Running 3.1 miles is doable!
6. Running 3.1 miles with a blister is less doable.
7. Blister gel/cream preventer stuff does not work.
8. There are exactly 16 Black people in my firm. Total.
9. It's so easy to spend money when you've got money.
10. Don't ever take a job where you have to bill hours. Trust me on this.
11. It is totally appropriate to wear flat jeweled sandals to the club in June, and don't let anyone tell you differently.
12. Rooftop parties are fun.
13. Walking through an alley that smells like a schizophrenic homeless woman's underwear to get to said rooftop party is not fun.
14. The attractive, Black, cool, male lawyer is not totally an urban legend. If only I could remember his name...
15. As long as you look busy and type furiously, no one will bother you while you're on your computer at work. Even if you're blogging.
Happy Friday!
S.
P.S.- 16. Three day weekends should be mandatory.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Eff It.
You may not have noticed this, but I haven't written in a while.
It's not because I didn't want to write, because I did. I REALLY wanted to write. Desperately, actually. But the thing is, I wanted to write about my job. Which is bad, because blogging about your job could get fired. And seeing as how I'm not at all inclined to be poor again, I just didn't write. I made the executive decision that plugging my creative outlet was better than mistakenly writing something I shouldn't and getting called into HR.
Except, it's not. Not even a little bit.
So now I'm saying eff it. I'm going to write. I'm going to talk about my life, and my days, and what it feels like to be a real life full-fledged attorney. Cause I am. Like, legitimately.
I'm a rebel with a cause, I tell ya. Which is exactly why I just painted my nails the brightest neon pink known to man. Take that, stuffy old judicial system! I've got to be me, and I'm starting right now.
Back with a vengeance,
S.
It's not because I didn't want to write, because I did. I REALLY wanted to write. Desperately, actually. But the thing is, I wanted to write about my job. Which is bad, because blogging about your job could get fired. And seeing as how I'm not at all inclined to be poor again, I just didn't write. I made the executive decision that plugging my creative outlet was better than mistakenly writing something I shouldn't and getting called into HR.
Except, it's not. Not even a little bit.
So now I'm saying eff it. I'm going to write. I'm going to talk about my life, and my days, and what it feels like to be a real life full-fledged attorney. Cause I am. Like, legitimately.
I'm a rebel with a cause, I tell ya. Which is exactly why I just painted my nails the brightest neon pink known to man. Take that, stuffy old judicial system! I've got to be me, and I'm starting right now.
Back with a vengeance,
S.
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