Practicing law is not parasailing. It is not bungee jumping. It is not strutting down a Paris catwalk to the adoring stares of international fashion mavens. It is not moviemaking or rocket science or even rescuing people from burning buildings. In other words, it’s often dull, monotonous, boring and (if you hadn’t picked this up from the previous three adjectives) repetitive.
Wait — is that smoke I smell? It is! And where there’s smoke, there’s a partner in panic, about to press the “page” button on her phone and roust all Cogs out of their chairs and into hyperdrive. When she does, the age-old law firm ritual known as the “fire drill” will once again begin.
