I was talking to a friend over coffee the other day, describing what my old gig as an in-house lawyer had been like (don’t you just wish you had more coffees with me?). I said that much of the time it had felt like sitting at the end of a never-ending conveyor belt of work, dropping onto my desk. However hard I worked, the conveyor belt kept on delivering more and more packages of work that needed assembling, faster and faster.
That’s not to look for sympathy. There aren’t too many jobs where the conveyor belt consistently delivers quality packages of work that require the recipient to apply legal intellect, strategic thought and commercial awareness. And while most lawyers are not fat cats, the corporate end of the profession gets paid well for what it does.
