My Boss, P
My boss is an OK guy. I would say I’m one of the luckier ones in the legal profession for being able to work with who I do. For those of you who don’t know, as an associate at a biglaw firm, we work for partners. Depending on the firm, you either have groups, where you work for a one or a few partners in your group, or you have some sort of a free-for-all system, where partners can ask any associate to work on anything they have. We have more of a group system than a free-for-all system, so I work mostly with one partner.
I digress. My boss—let’s call him P—is alright. Actually, he is probably upstanding by biglaw standards. He has a family that he doesn’t hate, which means he actually likes to spends time out of office (note to future/young lawyers: work for partners with families that they like), he recognizes that an associate’s job is hard, and he takes the time to mentor me. (And no, not the kind of mentoring that involves screaming, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT YOU JUST GAVE ME?)
But for all his good points, the fact remains that P is an awkward man, who is elitist and materialistic. He quotes Dumb and Dumber regularly around clients. He is poor at small talk. One time he asked me to give him a ride home from a firm event (we live unfortunately close to each other) and at first sight of my car, he casually noted, “I could rent the lowest-end car from Budget and it would look better than your car.” True story. When he heard I was going backpacking for a few days, he said, “You know, you are an associate at a big law firm, Q. You aren’t poor—you can afford a real vacation.” And while a million things ran through my head that I could have replied, all I said was, “I know.”