Summer Clerks....

Although work is a bit slower in the summer, it's my favorite season here at the office. That's because we have summer associates or "little interns" as I prefer to call them. Unfortunately and for obvious reasons, I cannot share most of my funny stories about them. And I must say that, all in all, I've been pretty disappointed in them. I had hoped for some salacious or otherwise embarrassing incidents since my life is pretty tame. Well except for the most recent drama, which has included a man professing his completely inappropriate feelings for me (and I quote, "No, I don't 'think' you're my soul mate. I know you are."). I can't share any other details since this blog isn’t completely anonymous, but needless to say the entire situation has given me a big stress headache. Sigh.

Ok, I digress. The “worst” summer incident so far occurred at happy hour. We were discussing the random things engaged couples now register for—like massages, snorkeling, and other activities on their honeymoon. So the summer clerk wondered aloud if people registered for KY Jelly to use on their honeymoon. Yep, that's the summer's highlight. BORING. When I summered in Atlanta, we had one summer associate who provided a good bit of entertainment beyond the typical drunken debauchery. She would make random comments in front of partners like "I wish I was naked in a big vat of whip cream right about now." Or "forget" to wear a bra.

But in all honesty, as much as these train wreck type of people provide entertainment (I know…it’s a pathetic reflection of me that I find enjoyment in this kind of stuff, but at least I am honest, right?), I’m so glad to work at a firm that doesn’t have these drama producing employees. While it would be nice to have at least one unmarried attorney among us or a few more people under the age of 35, I appreciate the fact that none of the partners flirt with secretaries (or me), scream curse words (a friend of mine’s boss recently yelled “GD” to him repeatedly), or the like. I have worked at other places where the lines were too blurry. Male partners were way too touchy-feely with secretaries. At another firm, an attorney screamed at their secretaries. Two of the married partners were having an affair with the same secretary (she was fired, in case you’re curious). Another attorney nonchalantly shared the details of the time he cheated on his current wife. Can you imagine?

So even though the social aspect of work is a bit boring when the fun summer associates aren’t around to provide fresh conversation and the occasional debacle, I really shouldn’t complain. Plus there’s still a few more weeks before the interns leave—I’ll keep you posted.