My Evening of SPIG.
The natural reaction is, of course, “Are you mental? How could anyone enjoy this shite?”
But my careful reply has evolved to a wry, “I’m enduring it,” accompanied by a brave and appropriately teasing smile.
I counted eight females in a room of 32 small practice lawyers. I spoke to one, requiring her to awkwardly juggle samosa and wine glass in order to shake my hand. She specialises in medical law and is based in the suburbs. After asking me my impression, she graciously turned the question on herself, and I was surprised by her hesitation. “Sometimes I enjoy it,” she said slowly. “When I achieve something for a client, it feels great. But a lot of the time it's just hard work. I work for some of these people for months, over a period of years… on and off, you know.”
Suits, suits, suits. I’m glad I wore my not-quite-lawyer boots and subtly accessorised with hot swiss mistress and Illicit buttons.
There was a demonstration of voice recognition software - very clever. Belligerently, I thought, “But I like typing. I’m good at it.” [In actual fact it’s not so much fun, my ganglion is hurting.] I was nearing beer number three, and a talk on the many uses for Excel. Ooh, settlement statements made easy. But I like trying to remember how to do the calculations! It’s one of the few things that are actually cut and dried and guaranteed to give a black and white answer at the end of the day. Much of the practice of law resides in the grey area (I hear my jurisprudence lecturer, “The penumbra of doubt,”) the it-could-go-either-way type arguments, when the truth most closely fits Protagorean subjectivity.
What a way to kick off the weekend.
A lot of people (including myself) have been complaining of employers pulling a hard line on internet use at work. The indignance of the general reaction is the amusing part.
Would you believe that after boasting about scoring a copy last night I got the Green Room 003: (Ear)th in the mail today to review? And Re-Inventing Sheep: A Collection of New Zealand Alternatives. Both looking rather promising and take quite divergent directions. Stand by.