All this class talk reminds me of my biggest class faux pas-
My first big law, I got into because they bought my new IP boutique. It was seriously white shoes. I came from pretty humble beginnings, recognizing others had less, but certainly I was in the more humble background side of that firm. I don't think they'd have hired me absent the merger.
My first day there I met Lloyd. His grandfather started a major chemical company and sold it. He was head of associates. I was called into his office to learn about the firm. I sat at his desk and fell in love with his voice, and he had the best blue eyes. And he had Yale crew awards behind his desk.
And all I knew was, I was in over my head.
We brought in a patent client who was the son of a man who invented a machine that lead to a company that was sold for $X0000000000. That is, the son had the same background as Lloyd. He was starting a company to try to repeat his dad's success (crashed and burned and lost tons of money as it turned out), and he needed corporate/business help. My IP GP brought in Lloyd. To say the least the son and Lloyd had a lot in common, and saw really good people in each other.
We're working together one day, and son steps out. Lloyd says to me, "Boy, that ____ is one helluva guy!" I said, "Yeah, I wished he'd adopt me."
Turns out that isn't something one should say about one really rich kid to another really rich kid. I got a mean look from Lloyd
