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Originally Posted by Icky Thump
We used to have Saturday morning meetings. Not working Saturday to meet a deadline, which I have done independently forever, because I can get more done in 4 hours without being interrupted by stupid questions than I can in a day, but just meetings to talk about our day, how our cases were going, blah blah.
We have one guy who is a kiss ass who does the same as Mahesh. "I am working on a case, a very big case. I have very big boxes on my very big desk" sent out on a Sunday at 9:00 PM.
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I had a boss years ago who had one rule: "Don't lose." He was a great guy. He treated me quite well. One year he told me why I couldn't get a bonus. He was honest about cash being tight, but he gave me a crazy office and partnership if I wanted it, but quick money couldn't be had.
I left. I went to work for a massive dick, for more money. I hated him and I left him rather than wait for a sizable bonus. He sucked that badly. He'll suck to his death, a barrel of garbage genes.
Regret's a stupid waste of one's time. Repentance a Catholic pile of shite. But I do think I owe that managing partner who treated me well an apology, or at least an explanation.
1800s hr a year, nothing more. And of course I lost a few, and he let it slide a bit. But not many.
It's strange the people you feel you owe a debt to in scary times. But I feel a strange obligation to the few decent laywers in existence? Kind of like the need to coddle a near-extinct animal?
