To boost associate morale, the partner on my case has decided that
unless we are working under a tight deadline, we can go home of the
weekend. This was probably prompted by a comment by one of my
fellow associates, who dubbed our Portland lives as a “culture of
alcoholism.” Expense account + being away from home = culture of
alcoholism.
Though doc review is mind-numbing, I have been entertained by the
fiesty middle-aged woman who coordinates doc review for our local
counsel. She will chew people out for who do not jump out of
their seats when my team requests something. Plus, when she wants
to get something done, she says, “Don’t make me break out the
vaseline.” When she feels like swearing, but cannot, she’ll say,
“That grabs me where the hair grows short.”
that lady sounds hilarious
i’m on a phone holding and they’re playing this son g that reminds me of Boogie Nights.
that’s great stuff, “that grabs me where the hair is short”
nice.
you should learn from her, just don’t start smoking.
“Don’t make me break out the vaseline?”
what does THAT mean?
not sure, but it sounds to me that it might be something similar to dropping the soap in a jail shower.