Forever blowing bubbles
Every summer, hundreds of law students descend on New York law firms for summer camp, otherwise known as summer clerkships. They'll consume thousands of excess calories at daily four-star lunches, enjoy Broadway shows, go golfing with partners, take long coffee breaks, attend cocktail hours and dinner parties, be paid healthy amounts of money, and even occasonally do some work.
Every summer, another parallel phenomon occurs: many summer associates become "that summer." The intern who gets too drunk at a party and makes a pass at a partner (or a partner's daughter), says something stupid in a meeting with clients, becomes known for sleeping in their office after lunch, or inadvertently sends out an assinine email to the entire firm. These summers are the stuff legends are made of, and their stories are passed down (and embellished) through the years.
This summer in New York, the most notorious story involves a girl who became very drunk while at an event at Chelsea Piers, stripped down to her underwear, and jumped in the Hudson River for a swim.
No summer at my firm has yet become "that summer." It's a pretty low-key class, and no one has made any waves or done anything too stupid. One guy, however, obviously wants to change that.
We're sitting in a tax department breakfast this morning. There's like eight people there. SummerJ is sitting across the conference table from me. Now SummerJ is already known as a bit of a weird dude. He is mostly notable for wearing a suit to work every day and saying slightly off-kilter stuff in meetings.
I look over and notice that he's not only chewing gum, but he just blew a small bubble. I am surprised. This is not normal behavior for a corporate meeting. But his head was turned away, so it wasn't that noticeable, and I thought that maybe it was an accident. But then, he's turned directly toward the group and blows a large bubble, pops it, then does it again. There are not words to describe how surprised and disgusted I was.
Talk about making a tushie of yourself in front of a room full of tax people. Not to mention -- these are tax people. It's not like they're all laid back and walking around with their d*cks hanging out of their pants. They're a little stiff. I don't imagine most of them even know how to blow a gum bubble, let alone chew chewing gum.
Yup, we've got a candidate for "that summer." We'll see how it plays out.
Every summer, another parallel phenomon occurs: many summer associates become "that summer." The intern who gets too drunk at a party and makes a pass at a partner (or a partner's daughter), says something stupid in a meeting with clients, becomes known for sleeping in their office after lunch, or inadvertently sends out an assinine email to the entire firm. These summers are the stuff legends are made of, and their stories are passed down (and embellished) through the years.
This summer in New York, the most notorious story involves a girl who became very drunk while at an event at Chelsea Piers, stripped down to her underwear, and jumped in the Hudson River for a swim.
No summer at my firm has yet become "that summer." It's a pretty low-key class, and no one has made any waves or done anything too stupid. One guy, however, obviously wants to change that.
We're sitting in a tax department breakfast this morning. There's like eight people there. SummerJ is sitting across the conference table from me. Now SummerJ is already known as a bit of a weird dude. He is mostly notable for wearing a suit to work every day and saying slightly off-kilter stuff in meetings.
I look over and notice that he's not only chewing gum, but he just blew a small bubble. I am surprised. This is not normal behavior for a corporate meeting. But his head was turned away, so it wasn't that noticeable, and I thought that maybe it was an accident. But then, he's turned directly toward the group and blows a large bubble, pops it, then does it again. There are not words to describe how surprised and disgusted I was.
Talk about making a tushie of yourself in front of a room full of tax people. Not to mention -- these are tax people. It's not like they're all laid back and walking around with their d*cks hanging out of their pants. They're a little stiff. I don't imagine most of them even know how to blow a gum bubble, let alone chew chewing gum.
Yup, we've got a candidate for "that summer." We'll see how it plays out.
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