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Memphis, Tennessee, United States
Small town paralegal in the city. Once ran a law office, now being run by one. Med mal defense litigation. I think it's growing on me.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Refreshment Break

I've been so immersed in paralegal and legal community information, news, ideas and the like that I have almost forgotten the original purpose of this blog: Reflection, stories from my life, and an outlet for the thoughts constantly bouncing around in my head.

I am hereby returning to my original intentions and writing according to my daily experiences and subsequent thoughts.

Of course, today was not a work day, and yet I still found myself exposed to the legal field. I went to visit a good friend who has been ill, and her mother was in town. Unbeknownst to me, the mother once worked in a law office for a short time. We had a long conversation about how law firms are run, local court systems, small town versus city firms, and the seemingly lucrative career of court reporting. She put me to shame with her pampering of the attorneys she worked for, taking in biscuits, brownies and cookies. She knew how each lawyer took his coffee and would prepare it for him without being asked. She cleaned the office and organized the closed files closet.

I hope the Boss doesn't read this and realize all the wonderful things he is missing out on in his office staff. To be fair, I do turn on the coffee in the mornings if I get there before him.


  1. I think that goes back to the good ole days of legal secretaries being little more than just secretaries. As a lawyer, I don't think I would be comfortable with that level of service. As a paralegal, I think that would be poor use of staff resources. Or maybe it's just that not even my wife did that while I was married.

    But it IS useful in preparation for settlement conferences etc. to be able to get food, coffee, snacks and so on in the right amount at the right time. But on a daily basis ...?

  2. You know, it's funny because when I went to a conference last year and saw how all of the local small-town secretaries and paralegals pampered their lawyers, I suddenly started balking at the idea of service coffee to my Boss, which I had never even thought about doing. Luckily, when I asked him if he wanted me to start doing that kind of thing, he said, "I think I can get my own coffee."