The hairdresser was gold. I couldn't have hoped for a better witness. She was a crystal clean character with an extensive list of volunteering commitments for charitable organisations and she wooed the Magistrate beautifully. Thanks to her incredible courage (now that I've met VGM's wife I understand why the hairdresser hid in the storeroom and needed to be reassured that VGM's wife would not be in court when we gave evidence) we managed to knock over the intervention order application.
VGM is delighted. So is Peters. Peters took us all out for lunch after the hearing and bought some nice vintage champagne to celebrate (not Vue de Monde but pretty good anyway). Ben and Peters were both very impressed with my work on this case and things are looking good for 2008. Peters even made a point of telling me I'm "not too bad for a skirt". There's hope yet.
In other news,Uncle came back to work full time today. Which is convenient given there's only a week or so before Chrstmas! I guess it's best to gently ease back into things after major surgery. Ben has been managing most of his work while he's been in hospital and Ben did mention to me one night over the caterer's Moroccan Lamb with cous cous (still my favourite) that he was terrified of the day Uncle returned becase it would halve his practice and therefore the client income that was falling under his name. If things get really bad for Ben's client income budget they might knock him back down to Senior Associate (he's still in the 3 month probationary period during which new Partners have to prove that their appointment is financially viable). Wouldn't that be delicious.
But I must admit I have softened my feelings about Ben a bit since this VGM case. He has shown some incrdedible insight about women as victims of crime (even though in this case VMG's wife seems to be the victim not the perpetrator); and of course he keeps coming out with better and better ties every day. I don't know where he gets them from but men everywhere should learn from him. He has tie-wearing down to a finely tuned art that's worthy of a gold medal from the Royal Melburne Show 'tie' division.
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- Trixie Allan
- Melbourne, VIC, Australia
So Far...
I was a criminal lawyer slumming it in the Western Suburbs of Melbourne (Broadmeadows), defending crims and doing a bit of law reform lobbying.
Now I've sold my soul to a big city firm (BCF) for a fat pay packet and a billable hours target of 6.5 hours every day. My Uncle (a BCF partner) seduced me with a corporate salary and I was temporarily blinded by dollar signs.
My first task was a pro bono secondment at a community legal centre where I stupidly shagged Paul the graduate and was haunted by the ghost of 'Ben' (Mr Perfect).
On returning to the Collins St BCF I discovered that a couple of years doing criminal law in a Magistrates' Court does not make me a compentent litigation lawyer. I stuff up big time, have my self respect taken away and then find out that BCF is merging with ABC Laywers and I am going to have to work with dreaded Ben.
So, disillusioned, I continue, fighting my way through the mysteries of BCF life...
Now I've sold my soul to a big city firm (BCF) for a fat pay packet and a billable hours target of 6.5 hours every day. My Uncle (a BCF partner) seduced me with a corporate salary and I was temporarily blinded by dollar signs.
My first task was a pro bono secondment at a community legal centre where I stupidly shagged Paul the graduate and was haunted by the ghost of 'Ben' (Mr Perfect).
On returning to the Collins St BCF I discovered that a couple of years doing criminal law in a Magistrates' Court does not make me a compentent litigation lawyer. I stuff up big time, have my self respect taken away and then find out that BCF is merging with ABC Laywers and I am going to have to work with dreaded Ben.
So, disillusioned, I continue, fighting my way through the mysteries of BCF life...
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