Last night I emailed a partner around midnight with a document he had asked me to review. He wrote back five minutes later. This morning he responded to the usual hi-how-are-you with his usual grin, as he replied, "Exhausted! I feel terrible." Not that midnight is an atypical time for us to be working. I'm guessing it wasn't his first late night this week and it won't be his last.
This is an impolitic thing to say, but with the exception of one person who doesn't have kids, all the junior partners I know often seem like they're about to snap from stress or keel over from exhaustion. I have a hard time seeing how I'm supposed to aspire to be them.
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
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