In response to a recent comment, I like to think I’m not all that old, although my husband did call me a “cougar” today (even though he’s actually older than I am).  Bastard.  

There are a few, very few, conservative lawyers in my office but the comment is right, the vast majority are liberals. I don’t think they are trying to force me out because of my political leanings though.  My main attorney appreciates my work enough to not allow that to happen, and he’s high enough on the food chain to prevent it, thankfully.  So as long as I can keep him happy, I should be okay.  I’ve learned to keep my head down and my mouth shut when someone goes off on a political rant, so not many in the office really know of my affiliation.  My main attorney knows but doesn’t care. I haven’t quite figured out what side of the street he walks on, he seems to walk down the center most of the time.  We do agree on one thing though.  Neither side is ever going to convince the other that they are wrong, so its useless to try.  Its one thing to have an intelligent conversation about issues, but no sense in getting stupid or offensive about it.

I think my “baby associate” (to usurp a term I really like) is mostly just clueless, and it doesn’t occur to him that his behavior is rude.  To be fair, he is getting better at his interactions with me.  He does remember to thank me periodically (and did so profusely when I got his trial binders done) and doesn’t speak down to me as much as he did before.  He still has his moments, but hopefully they’ll become less and less frequent and I won’t have to blog about him anymore.

I haven’t had much interaction with my new “baby associate,” as I think the resident Foghorn Leghorn attorney has her pretty busy doing research, and she’s still learning how our computer system works.  Speaking of which, if he (Foghorn) continues to have really loud conversations on his speaker phone and keeps the speaker turned up so loud that I can’t hear my dictation even with noise-cancelling headphones on, I’m going to continue to piss him off by getting up and shutting his damn door.  Trust me, no one else cares about your conversations.