I can no longer say that I have yet to feel the full effects of the down economy. The firm has revamped the break room offerings, replacing my beloved Fiji with Dasani, and my occasional sin, Blumer’s Root Beer with fucking Barqs. The lone positive, or so I thought, was the appearance of these non-terrible Archer Farms Italian Sodas. continue reading »

It’s 7:46 here in Dallas and I’m still at work – this will be my only post tonight. This past Sunday, I hauled my ass out of bed at 6 in the fucking morning to golf at Lakewood with two other associates and a partner (the Lakewood member). The two associates, apparently friends beyond the office, spent the entire morning engrossed in their own conversation, forcing me to be the one listening to the partner’s tedious legal war stories. continue reading »

I really wanted to write something tonight, but I’m fucking tired and drinking myself senseless sounds like a better idea. Also, props to Laid-off Larry for letting his heart fuck up the twins article. This Overheard at the Firm is based on a conversation I had today with one of the idiots in the IT department. Obscene folder names, it seems, offend the female partners. continue reading »

The following was overheard at a recent firm-funded law student mixer. I wish I could tell you that the offender didn’t work at my firm, but that would be a lie, and I never lie. Surprisingly enough, the fifth result on the offender’s Google results claims that he gave money to Obama/Biden. continue reading »