My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

My roommate, who is now working at my firm on a temporary basis to help with a large document review project, made a rather insightful comment the other day.  She’s noticed that between the effusive praises pouring forth from my senior partner and the more sarcastic comments I get from one of the junior partners on my team, I will probably stay pretty well grounded as an attorney.  The senior partner, SP, believes in positive reinforcement and tells me daily that I’m a legal genius (which I know I am far, far from, but is still nice to hear).  She premises such statements on the fact that I can write out my full name, know how to spell “c-o-u-r-t,” and usually manage to tie my own shoelaces.  The junior partner, JP, assesses my abilities more realistically and believes in the socratic method of teaching.  JP is brilliant and a little intimidating to work with (although it’s helped that he’s told me he thinks of me and the other first year in the firm as the little sisters he never had).  Our last conversation ended with him asking (I hope rhetorically), “Now, you wouldn’t write a motion and file it with the Court on toilet paper, would you?”     

I mention this because I’m currently working on something I hope to turn in to him tomorrow.   If I could find an easy way to do it, I’d turn it in written on toilet paper.  I think he’d find it funny.  =)