One doesn't really have too many options when one is trying to pay off student loans and credit card bills. I pity the poor souls who have to work at a dead-end job, albeit, one that requires a college degree, that offers pay comparative to peanuts. While I consider myself to be fairly bright and intelligent, I don't know how I allowed myself to get stuck in the rut that is my job. It's a firm of 12 employees. I took the legal assisant position out of necessity two years ago. I'll admit I was impressed by their swanky and wealthy clientele and I was lead to believe the firm was lucrative and thriving. That is, until the law clerks and junior associates opened my eyes and the world was suddenly clear. A month after I started, my boss led me into his office and paraded me around the room to admire his diplomas and awards and did I know that he was a champion cage fighter and had a small penis? Yeah, I could read this chump.
Little did I know this fool would was really a graduate from the school of hard knocks. I was informed that I wore "too many jackets" and I was dared to take off my jacket. Nonetheless, I laughed it off, only to truly be taken off guard less than a few weeks later when I was told to make out with the other legal assistant in his office. No no, the line isn't drawn here. The office is deeply dysfunctional. The goal is to help disadvantaged children, while the greedy partners line their pockets with money from school districts, that should be going towards classrooms and books. Did I mention the nepotism?
I forgot to tell the story of the partner whose inept pea-brained socially retarded wife hired her pea-brained half-wit idiot sister, who in turn brought in her fat balding fiance with a speech impediment. Let's not forget the hormonal teenage brother that works there too. If you're not careful, he'll corner you in the file room and try to make his move over buckets of motions and pleadings. Add in a healthy dose of fundamentalist office Mormonism, sexism, sexual harassment, docked pay and a shiny glass ceiling and you're just left with the warm fuzzies aren't you? Oh yeah, the senior partner was arrested too. Just thought I'd let ya know. Yep, he punched a security guard in the face. But then again, according to him - he IS the resident Badass. I wonder if thats what they called him while he was in jail. That'd make a nice business card: Tony Badass Esq. Maybe the 12 attorneys that came and went within a year could have a more definitive answer of the term slave or "bitch." Oh wait, the bitch, yeah thats me.
(Posted by Krissy)
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