Thank You Sir, May I Have Another?

Last week I worked for two attorneys. No problem. Between our helpful copy people and talented word processing department, there were never any issues with meeting deadlines.

As of this week, I have my little baby attorney added to the mix. She's never worked in a law firm before in her life. So clueless and cute. Latest clueless and cute thing she did? On her timesheet, she'd written in over an hour of time for having lunch. She'd also written in time for when she was waiting to get an assignment.

Yesterday when I arrived at work, Nice Partner said to me "We're expecting Stacie from our [another one of our offices] to arrive this morning. Please make sure she gets settled and has everything she needs." Sure, no problem. I can dump someone in an office and make sure they've got a keycard. Then other attorneys were asking me if she'd arrived, giving me messages to forward to her, she came to me for questions and copies, phone calls for her were being transferred to me... and BOOM! That's how you find yourself working for FOUR attorneys at once.

Turns out Stacie is exactly my age, from New York, graduated from a SUNY school, and I'm pretty sure she's jewish. Nevermind the weirdness I felt that we're the same age and she's married and a lawyer and I'm .... just ME. It was just nice talking to a New Yorker.