Billable Hours in 6-minute increments
I graduated from law school just as women began to enter the legal profession in large numbers. Armed with our degrees and dressed in tweed suits, silk blouses and bow ties, we marched into corporate firms, ready to make our mark. Establishing ourselves within these firms, however, was more difficult than anticipated. Many of our male colleagues either had no desire or no clue on how to share the workplace with female attorneys. Behind the firms' public facades of comraderie, competence and good manners, office life was full of turmoil and drama, exacerbated by long hours.
In Billable Hours in 6-minute increments, I reflect back on my first job as an attorney at large New York corporate law office. I remained at that office long enough to pay off my student loans and then left to become a civil rights lawyer. Fortunately, I am able to look back on the job with a sense of humor - but one that only came with the passage of time.
In Billable Hours in 6-Minute Increments, I reflect back on my first job as an attorney with a sense of humor developed only in hindsight. Behind the corporate firm’s public facade, which emphasized competence and good manners, office life was full of turmoil, anxiety, long hours, sexual innuendo and drama.