Tons of food and liquor, live music, great venues and everyone in their finest. Kervorkian when elderly overhead got in the way of partner profits.īefore the bean counters took over, the office Christmas Parties were truly exercises in 1980’s corporate excess. It was like being part of a family, a family who retained the services of Dr. I ended up at a prestigious international law firm where I worked for 30 years. I started going to the monthly law librarian lunches with him. He told me the only way I’d make any money was to get into the corporate sector. He’d failed to wear the proper protective equipment as he mixed up a batch of homemade poppers in the bathtub.īob took me under his wing and wanted me to succeed. One time he was talking to a friend about how he’d blacked out the night before. While I’d be shelving or checking in periodicals, Bob would be on the phone at his desk gossiping about his latest orgy or making arrangements for the next one. The library was a big, open room lined with books where the attorneys sat and read. He could just as easily say “the 27 Bryant was 15 minutes late this morning” as “I had a fist up my ass last night.” He lived his sex life 24/7 and made no attempt to filter private affairs out of workplace conversation. The librarian was a wiry little leather queen named Bob. I got a job as a clerk there and after a few months was transferred to their law library. My road to corporate America began in the San Francisco District Attorney’s office.
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