Friday, June 22, 2007
|The Gravy Train Series {the episodic life of a summer associate), Pt. II: It's a Hard Knock Life.|
Tuesday may have been the most devastating day of the summer. I had to leave the office at noon to go to Chelsea Piers, where I sat on a private terrace at Pier 61 with some of the other summer associates and a few junior associates sipping on wine, sunning ourselves and nibbling on little sandwiches. Then I spent the next few hours bowling and hitting golf balls on the driving range at Pier 59. All in the pursuit of good legal training.
All this bliss was destroyed when I discovered, much to my and my fellow summers' chagrin, that Chelsea Piers does not permit drinking on the driving range.
I mean, why do I even bother?
Tuesday may have been the most devastating day of the summer. I had to leave the office at noon to go to Chelsea Piers, where I sat on a private terrace at Pier 61 with some of the other summer associates and a few junior associates sipping on wine, sunning ourselves and nibbling on little sandwiches. Then I spent the next few hours bowling and hitting golf balls on the driving range at Pier 59. All in the pursuit of good legal training.
All this bliss was destroyed when I discovered, much to my and my fellow summers' chagrin, that Chelsea Piers does not permit drinking on the driving range.
I mean, why do I even bother?
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 07:44.
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HAPPY LABOR DAY!
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