| taxwonk |
08-14-2003 11:23 AM |
Synthetic Diamonds
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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Something is wrong indeed. And it is not just because I don't respond with some Pavlovian rant every time someone uses the word irony. This whole board is off. Even Penske's socks are phoning it in. I long for the old days. Back when I was edgy and funny - does anyone besides Paigow remember that? Those were heady times. I had just led the mass exodus from Yahoo to Infirmation, but had not yet been named as one of the 100 most influential lawyers of the year. My patentgreedy sock had the boards in an uproar, long before the cheap Demi More and Temp Sock knock-offs arrived. We had all just set down our Appletinis and, in their place, began picking up these new sweet, minty, rum concoctions that were as intoxicating as the tech boom itself. I recall sitting in swank Paris lounges with Plated and Multo, listening to Air's Femme D'Argent, and drinking $1,800 bottles of wine, which were easily affordable given my expansive credit line leveraged on my Infirm stock. The salary charts I had pioneered had made the law firm salary infrastructure transparent. We had BigLaw by the balls and were not going to stop squeezing until starting salaries reached $175K and BYBs added at least another $75K of icing to that cake. The Boards were my private sexual playground - I could pretty much bank on the fact that another 10,000 page hits meant another FB honey ready, willing, and able to service the Flower in ways I dare not even mention.
Now . . . now, it's just not the same. Never will be. Never again.
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Ah yes, the good old days. When young punks like you were squeezing outrageous first-year salaries and bonuses out of the firms, compressing the pay scale down to nothing for us veterans, bloodied and soiled by years of selling our souls. Making it so we had to work twice as hard to stay in place, compressing partner ranks.
And all the while, you drank and danced. Making fun of the Dockers that were all we could afford after buying our houses in the suburbs and our SUVs and sending the little bastards -- I mean kids-- to summer camp.
But the the bubble burst, didn't it, you SPOILED BRRATS!!!!!!!
And now those of you still employed are wondering why the party ended, while your unemployed brothers and sisters wander the streets, trailing their Prada messenger bags and their Kate Spade purses behind them.....
Meanwhile, I enjoy my revenge from my safe in-house senior counsel job, smiling as I tell you that no, outside counsel just isn't in the budget this quarter. And my 3% raises and my 401(k) just keep racking up. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA |
