wacky tax attorneys

Now, how can I complain about a job where I can, while photocopying, read over articles that ask the really important questions, like "Is the Party Over for Family Limited Partnerships?" I'm actually not sure if the party is over or if it is (perhaps against all odds, with the serendipitous discovery of the tax equivalent of a hidden, forgotten keg at a frat party?) continuing because by the time I got to the fourth line, I was so bored that I risked passing out and hitting my head on the copier on the way down to the dusty linoleum floor. Who said the world of tax law isn't wacky? This is an exciting place to be!

Well, at least whenever I get bored with the tax attorney's work, I have the other attorney’s work to turn to: the riveting, rollicking world of Securities. Raise the roof!

If nothing else, the office stocks Diet Pepsi and mini pretzel rods to snack on. What more could a girl want?

And now I must go sort the just-arrived mail and then file, off in the scary, far-away filing room, where I have to stand on old, broken desk chairs that spin around wildly at the slightest shift in balance in order to reach the higher shelves. It's like a carnival ride, with a worker's comp claim as the brass ring.