I'M NOT A BABY LAWYER. I'M A GLADIATOR IN A SUIT. 🍒
Gladiators don't run. They fight. They slay dragons. Apparently, they also answer emails at obscene hours, read documents nobody else wants to touch, solve problems that arrived wearing somebody's name tag, and occasionally discover that "urgent" is simply corporate for someone ignored this for three weeks . I have now been working for more than 24 hours. Not continuously, obviously. I'm a lawyer, not a hostage. But long enough to remember something I occasionally forget: I am not a baby lawyer. I am not a junior anything. I am not "finding my feet". My feet have been found. They are currently in very good shoes, standing in the middle of a disaster. There is a particular kind of work that lands on your desk when everyone else has run out of easy options. The complicated one. The ugly one. The one with too many documents, too little time and at least one person saying, "This should be quite straightforward." It never is. Straigh...