tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531961815684918690.post8619717817964842246..comments2021-10-02T06:56:27.421-05:00Comments on Paralegalese: The Best Worst Interview EverParaMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08519414199965242231noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531961815684918690.post-46838666953697042172009-09-08T14:34:00.701-05:002009-09-08T14:34:00.701-05:00You know, my first law firm job was as a reception...You know, my first law firm job was as a receptionist. They knew I was working on my BS in Paralegal Studies. They used to give me hard copies of motions, RFD, and 'rogs to type. I always wondered why... LOL And now I'm not there anymore! WOOT!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531961815684918690.post-15419230607162340202009-09-07T11:06:08.773-05:002009-09-07T11:06:08.773-05:00I'm glad you decided to stay with your small t...I'm glad you decided to stay with your small town firm. The bright lights and the big city of Birmingham may hold many promises of important paralegal jobs, but as one who has been there and done that, let me tell you what that entails. Big law firms have turned into cubicle filled corporations where no one knows anyone anymore. Even the attorneys on one floor will barely know the attorneys on a different floor - and they don't see anything wrong with that. Sometimes (not always but more frequently true than it used to be) staff are regarded as fixtures, not evenly as highly regarded as the ultra trendy art work some committee purchased (at an exhorbitant price I'm sure). When was the last time your boss said "Good Morning" to you, asked about your kids, your cat or who you like on American Idol. Gone I'm afraid of those days of teamwork, where we were all in this together, where a lowly paralegal's opinion mattered. Now it has all be replaced by worship of the billable hour and maintaining that precious lawyer lifestyle. And sister, you'd better watch your back. Cause if your attorney doesn't have enough work, then he's going to find a way to keep from giving you legitimate work and billing those hours him/her self. I'm sorry to be so negative, but I've been down that road.<br /><br />Call me, "Been Burned"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531961815684918690.post-45142373184975597722009-09-04T17:59:58.686-05:002009-09-04T17:59:58.686-05:00You're story brought back memories of my own b...You're story brought back memories of my own best worst interview. ::shiver:: You had me hooked, this was a better read that the trashy romance novel on my nightstand. Thanks for sharing!T.Marie Hiltonhttp://clericaladvantage.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531961815684918690.post-78819759221845752662009-09-04T17:41:23.782-05:002009-09-04T17:41:23.782-05:00Girl, I started hyper-ventilating and broke out in...Girl, I started hyper-ventilating and broke out in a cold sweat just reading your description of the office "foyer"...lol...you are way more polite than I am, because my unfortunate claustrophobia and as my mama describes it, "high strung ways", would have had me bolting for the door sans interview, Southern good manners be damned! What a great story!The Goodwill Fangirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05845712888337339929noreply@blogger.com