First Person
Mar. 1, 2009
My Dream Desk
When the big firms interviewed me, they all asked, “Why’s a legal-aid type like you applying to a firm like this?” “I’ll only be in the Financial District long enough to pay off my loans and buy a piano, a car, and a really nice desk,” I answered. “Then I’ll be a poverty lawyer.” Heller Ehrman hired me anyway.
On my first day of work at Heller Ehrman in San Francisco, I got caught in a record-breaking downpour as I traveled by foot, bus, and BART. When I arrived, my "pretend-man" suit - which was what a lady lawyer had to wear in the early '80s - was sopping wet. Water dripped from my hair, and my dress-for-success high-heeled shoes had become so soggy that one heel broke off. ...
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