Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Mail

The thing about getting the mail, it takes about 5 minutes.  You have to go to the basement and come back up.  Jane wasn't busy, so I asked her to get it.  She started whining in that spoiled girl whine about how she didn't know where it was.  I informed her it was in the basement, she then said that she wasn't "built for manual labor". I'm sorry, if you are a new attorney at the firm even if you think it's beneath you, you do it.  None of us thought we'd be working a shit job for low pay and long hours, but we do it and we do it together.  It's good to know that the new attorney has already decided what she is too good to do.  I learned my lesson, don't ask her to do something cause it won't get done.

4/11/11 I'm editing this entry to say Jane turned out to be a friend in the trenches as opposed to an enemy on the field.  She has backed me up when my boss accused me of anything and has turned out to be really helpful with a deadline closing in.  I guess first impressions aren't everything.

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