So last month we settled a case for $150 million. According to the standard recovery agreement, that means that the firm should receive a cut of approximately one-third of the settlement. That's $50 mil, people. Now, I know a dollar doesn't go as far as it once did, but I haven't seen evidence of that influx in any way around the office. No bonuses, no beautification, no bonny flower arrangements. Which makes me worry...
Where has the money gone?
Don't get me wrong: I'm certainly not suggesting that the Queen Bee is hoarding the proceeds or adding a wing to her Hamptons manse. The Queen Bee, for all her shifty legal tactics and Machiavellian gameswomanship, is generally on the up-and-up when it comes to matters financial.
What worries me is that the money is only going to stanch the raging flood of expenses gushing forth from the Big Case. We're hemorrhaging operating costs and failing to replenish the coffers with anything resembling income. That's because it seems the Queen Bee has deposited every one of her eggs into the Big Case basket. She's got the full payroll working single-mindedly on it-no supplementary casework, no pro bono, nothing. So, it's sink or swim.
Unfortunately, at the present moment, it feels like we're trying to tread water with 75 lb. weights attached to our lower extremities. We sink, and we continue to sink. Yesterday our best-and, currently, only-hope of a bombshell witness exploded into a million little blonde freckly pieces at her regrettable deposition, when the Vampire, our dark adversary, shredded her credibility to tatters. I wonder how this will reflect on the New Girl, as it was the New Girl herself who reeled this perjured train wreck in. Depends, I guess, on how charitable the Queen Bee is feeling, or whether or not a scapegoat is necessary. Either way, I'm sure the New Girl's walking on eggshells.
For now, though (as Sinatra might say), we're nowheresville, baby. That once-scorned, long-gone $100 million settlement offer now seems like pie in the sky. It may be time to start sending the ol' C.V. around again...
Where has the money gone?
Don't get me wrong: I'm certainly not suggesting that the Queen Bee is hoarding the proceeds or adding a wing to her Hamptons manse. The Queen Bee, for all her shifty legal tactics and Machiavellian gameswomanship, is generally on the up-and-up when it comes to matters financial.
What worries me is that the money is only going to stanch the raging flood of expenses gushing forth from the Big Case. We're hemorrhaging operating costs and failing to replenish the coffers with anything resembling income. That's because it seems the Queen Bee has deposited every one of her eggs into the Big Case basket. She's got the full payroll working single-mindedly on it-no supplementary casework, no pro bono, nothing. So, it's sink or swim.
Unfortunately, at the present moment, it feels like we're trying to tread water with 75 lb. weights attached to our lower extremities. We sink, and we continue to sink. Yesterday our best-and, currently, only-hope of a bombshell witness exploded into a million little blonde freckly pieces at her regrettable deposition, when the Vampire, our dark adversary, shredded her credibility to tatters. I wonder how this will reflect on the New Girl, as it was the New Girl herself who reeled this perjured train wreck in. Depends, I guess, on how charitable the Queen Bee is feeling, or whether or not a scapegoat is necessary. Either way, I'm sure the New Girl's walking on eggshells.
For now, though (as Sinatra might say), we're nowheresville, baby. That once-scorned, long-gone $100 million settlement offer now seems like pie in the sky. It may be time to start sending the ol' C.V. around again...
Comments (1)
Maybe you need to ask the QB what's her obsession with Frobisher?
Posted by Jenai | August 16, 2007 8:58 PM