About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


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Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

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May It Please The Court
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Mommy on the Floor
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Thanks, But No Thanks
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Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, January 08, 2008

My job made me cry yesterday. After a morning of being berated in front of a law clerk, told not to speak to a client unless given permission to do so by my boss, and otherwise feeling humiliated yet again, I took a lunch at my own house and cried. My end of year review was great. In it, I was told I have a great work ethic, and that coming up this year I should be taking more responsibility for my client projects. In the two attempts to take the lead in my project, I've been slapped down in e-mail by my boss. In neither attempt did I in fact do anything incorrect, but was told that I had not sought permission to do what I did. I'm tired of working like this. You can't have it both ways. The three way call with the law clerk was beyond unprofessional. The clerk may have a hard time looking me in the eye after that beating I took. When I was a paralegal I worked for someone who was unpredictable. From one day to the next I never knew when I would be put in an office and yelled at because I had looked at the partner funny. I thought when I became a lawyer I'd be given a certain level of professionalism. I work in a professional manner, and I expect the same in return. I have the same dread everyday going in to work now as I did as a paralegal. My stomach is a mess, I swear I'm having heart palpitations, and I count the seconds until I go home. I need a new job now. Not later, now.

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