The other day I was talking with the two lawyers I really like, and one of them made a law firm joke. This started a conversation about law firms and fancy offices in general. The older one gave out anecdotes about these places such as "they have a gym in the building" and the younger one said whooaa.

It bothered me that they weren't totally inured to fancy law firm facts. No, not for moral reasons-- for class reasons. I'm a snob. I don't want to work at a law firm, because that's distasteful. But I want to be near law firms. I want to hear the stories. I want to get powerful people drunk and fuck them. Most important, I want to be blase.

But I can't be blase about everything I hate until I find something to like.

In other news, my internship is officially over, so I've started receiving real assignments. On Tuesday I'm finally meeting the high profile client I've been investigating all summer. What the hell? Like everything else in life, being an intern is all about playing hard to get. Once they heard I was leaving, they got all desperate. At least it makes a cute paradox. I never started working for this job, and now I'll never stop.