i love being a contract attorney
- me: today, a consultant came into the pod (you know, because that's where i work) and was showing potential clients about how contract attys worked and said, "we don't tell them much because they don't need to know." and "the most expensive thing in this room is the chair." and "they can't get anything better."
- and i fought the urge to cry all day
- like we weren't even in the room
- Friend B: unbelievable
- me: or we were too fucking stupid to hear/understand what he was saying
- i was slapped with the "useless" stick today
- me: the worst part is
- i can't complain to anyone about it at work
- like, if this were a normal environment, if someone said "yeah, that janitor's mop is worth more than their weekly salary" you'd have sensitivity training all up in that place
- not for people like us
- Friend B: right
- me: so to add on top of that
- thelma asked the same question (i kid you not) 140 times
- it was a simple issue; if the documents you are looking at seem to have been already looked at and coded, ignore them, and make your own call
- me: apparently she didn't understand that "make your own call" means "don't ask questions about it," "pick one and move on," "seriously, it's probs wrong in the first place," and "for the love of god woman just do your fucking job." for the rest of the afternoon my face was contorted with anger, broken only by the sweet pucker of holding back tears of frustration
- Friend B: can you sneak in liquor?
- me: i probably could have a fucking handle of vodka on my desk and no one would care
- since i'm worth less than a chair and all
