On occasion I've considered making a fake application to intern at a completely pedestrian high street or regional firm just to see what it's like.
No recourse or penalty and just a few weeks making tea and observing a village/high street practice as an intern should.
Then, sort of like a lawyer's version of undercover millionaire/boss, in the climax I'd cast off my disguise to reveal myself as a billion dollar deal making lawyer of international regard, and proceed to dole out free high quality advice and precedent documents for a few hours as recompense to my unwitting but warm and forgiving supervisors.
I think I'd probably be struck off for some sort of dishonesty claim so alas have never done so.
On occasion I've considered making a fake application to intern at a completely pedestrian high street or regional firm just to see what it's like.
No recourse or penalty and just a few weeks making tea and observing a village/high street practice as an intern should.
Then, sort of like a lawyer's version of undercover millionaire/boss, in the climax I'd cast off my disguise to reveal myself as a billion dollar deal making lawyer of international regard, and proceed to dole out free high quality advice and precedent documents for a few hours as recompense to my unwitting but warm and forgiving supervisors.
I think I'd probably be struck off for some sort of dishonesty claim so alas have never done so.
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I did intern at such a firm.
I did some fairly easy research on whether you could build on an old graveyard (in short, in 1990, no - not surprisingly) and the senior partner was so excited with the quality of the advice that he exclaimed that "there was no doubt that I would rise to the very top of the profession".
I didn't do that unfortunately but I made it beyond his firm.
I always thought the two big ones from Bristol (Burges Salmon and Osborne Clarke) looked like good places to work for a balance between quality and life.
Although Osborne Clarke weren't very nice to me at a law fair. I was temporarily working in Bristol as a trainee and there was a lot of flooding so I was the only person from my firm to make it to the law fair. All the trains back were cancelled so I had a chat with the BS and OC people who had their own transport. BS got it immediately and very apologetically said they'd offer me a lift, but they didn't have any spare seats. Fair enough. OC just looked at me and said something along the lines of "sucks to be you".
Cue hours on the replacement bus service. Sad times.
Our deed store cupboard was an old walk bank safe, and there was an open spring from a neighbouring river running through the cellar
and the partners took 3 hour lunches on most thursdays and fridays,and we met in a nearby poshish hotel for a cooked breakfast on them last Friday of every month
I did some work experience in a very old( 200 year old) crusty high street firm in Kent for, four weeks.
I see now it has ten partners , and about 20 fee earners, and whilst it has taken the bold step to incorporate as an LLP about ten years ago, still files accounts for a dormant partnership.
Anyway, I shared an office with the senior partner who happened to be a "litigator" . His sec would take everything down by shorthand, not many computers to speak of. Tea lady would come round every morning with a trolley. Tea in the morning and coffee in the afternoon. I had the temerity to ask for coffee in the morning, as I don't drink tea. No came the reply , it is only tea in the morning I am afraid.
There was paper and files everywhere , on the floor, on top of cabinets, on chairs. How the fook he found anything, I have no idea. Despite there being 6 plus people, the place was silent. Non partners called the partners Mr Smith, and had to knock on always closed doors and wait to be told eventually "COME IN/ENTER"
I remeber thinking back then how nice it was and how much fun I was having "photocopying very important documents" to be placed in a file, or searching for a file for a week that the partner had lost in the mess of his office.
How these firms survive I have no clue. Said partner had a massive house set in an acre with tennis court, drove a Jag, sent kids to a posh school in canterbury and smoked about 80 fags a day.
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My own.
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Unwalt's.
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One in Dubai--George Simmel has convinced me.
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On occasion I've considered making a fake application to intern at a completely pedestrian high street or regional firm just to see what it's like.
No recourse or penalty and just a few weeks making tea and observing a village/high street practice as an intern should.
Then, sort of like a lawyer's version of undercover millionaire/boss, in the climax I'd cast off my disguise to reveal myself as a billion dollar deal making lawyer of international regard, and proceed to dole out free high quality advice and precedent documents for a few hours as recompense to my unwitting but warm and forgiving supervisors.
I think I'd probably be struck off for some sort of dishonesty claim so alas have never done so.
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Maybe Vardags? Top totty and all very well turned out.
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Heh @ jubilee. I did this once (for real rather than faking it) and it was exactly as you describe.
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Heh, I'll send you an offer once I take the plunge, sdyss.
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On occasion I've considered making a fake application to intern at a completely pedestrian high street or regional firm just to see what it's like.
No recourse or penalty and just a few weeks making tea and observing a village/high street practice as an intern should.
Then, sort of like a lawyer's version of undercover millionaire/boss, in the climax I'd cast off my disguise to reveal myself as a billion dollar deal making lawyer of international regard, and proceed to dole out free high quality advice and precedent documents for a few hours as recompense to my unwitting but warm and forgiving supervisors.
I think I'd probably be struck off for some sort of dishonesty claim so alas have never done so.
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I did intern at such a firm.
I did some fairly easy research on whether you could build on an old graveyard (in short, in 1990, no - not surprisingly) and the senior partner was so excited with the quality of the advice that he exclaimed that "there was no doubt that I would rise to the very top of the profession".
I didn't do that unfortunately but I made it beyond his firm.
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*chances back roads home*
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I always thought the two big ones from Bristol (Burges Salmon and Osborne Clarke) looked like good places to work for a balance between quality and life.
Although Osborne Clarke weren't very nice to me at a law fair. I was temporarily working in Bristol as a trainee and there was a lot of flooding so I was the only person from my firm to make it to the law fair. All the trains back were cancelled so I had a chat with the BS and OC people who had their own transport. BS got it immediately and very apologetically said they'd offer me a lift, but they didn't have any spare seats. Fair enough. OC just looked at me and said something along the lines of "sucks to be you".
Cue hours on the replacement bus service. Sad times.
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In Dubai doing litigation- biggie has sold me on it.
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I trained in a high street firm it was epic
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Dunno. Slaughters?
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I worked in a High Street firm which had framed cartoons of various long dead judges on the wall.
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Maybe somewhere like Latham or Skadden or DPW (but only as a partner, not ever doing associate thing again).
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Our deed store cupboard was an old walk bank safe, and there was an open spring from a neighbouring river running through the cellar
and the partners took 3 hour lunches on most thursdays and fridays,and we met in a nearby poshish hotel for a cooked breakfast on them last Friday of every month
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Taking the team out for cooked breakfast is a good call.
Gonna start doing that after summer hols.
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King & Spalding or W&C cos both would be a shoo-in.
Bakers cos mediocrity is a given.
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I did some work experience in a very old( 200 year old) crusty high street firm in Kent for, four weeks.
I see now it has ten partners , and about 20 fee earners, and whilst it has taken the bold step to incorporate as an LLP about ten years ago, still files accounts for a dormant partnership.
Anyway, I shared an office with the senior partner who happened to be a "litigator" . His sec would take everything down by shorthand, not many computers to speak of. Tea lady would come round every morning with a trolley. Tea in the morning and coffee in the afternoon. I had the temerity to ask for coffee in the morning, as I don't drink tea. No came the reply , it is only tea in the morning I am afraid.
There was paper and files everywhere , on the floor, on top of cabinets, on chairs. How the fook he found anything, I have no idea. Despite there being 6 plus people, the place was silent. Non partners called the partners Mr Smith, and had to knock on always closed doors and wait to be told eventually "COME IN/ENTER"
I remeber thinking back then how nice it was and how much fun I was having "photocopying very important documents" to be placed in a file, or searching for a file for a week that the partner had lost in the mess of his office.
How these firms survive I have no clue. Said partner had a massive house set in an acre with tennis court, drove a Jag, sent kids to a posh school in canterbury and smoked about 80 fags a day.
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