Back in the Pleistocene Era (1989, to be exact), I was a law student. I attended Boalt Hall, interviewed with a minimum of glances at floor and door and, generally, put deadlines ahead of impromptu road trips. Through whatever happy confluence of events, I wound up with offers from four excellent (by all accounts) law firms. A nice, but flummoxing, problem.
All claimed to be great places to work. The deciding wisdom came from Bruce Tester, co-founder of the midsize, now-defunct Pettis Tester Kruse & Krinsky. He went on record as being pro-life, asking, “Do you have any idea how much of your life is consumed billing 1,800 hours a year?”
