![]() ![]() I started spotting issues in offering memoranda. Most worrisome of all, my brain started to rewire itself after only the first few months. That didn’t keep my colleagues from pitching a fit if the lawyers across the street were making one dollar more than we were. It seemed kind of ridiculous to me what the heck had I done to deserve that kind of money? As you can tell, not a whole lot. I made more than my father, who has a PhD in physics and had generated dozens of patents for IBM over the years. It was true that I was getting paid a lot for a twenty-four-year-old with almost no experience. ![]() I also kind of thought that being a corporate lawyer would help me with the ladies. Someone above me at the firm would give me a task, and I’d do it. ![]() I had zero attachment to my clients-not unusual, given that I was the last rung down on the ladder, and most of the time I only had a faint idea of who my clients were. Only years later did I realize what our economic purpose was: if a transaction was large enough, you had to pay a team of people to pore over documents into the wee hours to make sure nothing went wrong. We were for the most part grease on a wheel, helping shepherd transactions along it was detail-intensive and often quite dull. You can go to any corporate law firm and see dozens of people whose satisfaction with their jobs is below average. First, the people around me seemed pretty unhappy. “It wasn’t until I got to the law firm that things started hitting me. ![]()
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