Damages

I shouldn't be doing this, but I am. I guess I've always had self-destructive tendencies, or at least that's what my ex-girlfriends used to say. When I had girlfriends, that is. Before I started this job, where the 85-hour work week isn't exactly conducive to maintaining healthy relationships. Either inside or outside the office.

But I digress.

This blog, ill-advised as it may be, will expose the inner workings of one of New York's most successful, most dysfunctional, most inspired and most reviled law firms.

How do I know the dish? Because I work here.

Why am I doing the dish? Because the truth must be told. And also, as I said, because I'm self-destructive.

My boss would fire me in a heartbeat if she knew I was writing this. More than anything, she values loyalty. Too bad the sentiment's not reciprocal. For her, loyalty is a one-way street. Which, I guess, is part of the reason I'm being incautious—sooner or later she's going to fire me anyway, so why not go down in a blaze of glory? It's not like I'm making partner, because no one makes partner here (although Queen Bee does seem to have taken a shine to The New Girl). The best case scenario is to quit before you get canned. We'll see if that scenario works out for me.

For now, though, it's back to work. Many pensionless plaintiffs to appease, and boxes of discovery to digest.

But come back soon and I'll pass some of that discovery onto you...