I have four more days of work. In four days, I will no longer be employed by my law firm, and my pay stubs will say "severance." I have spent the last two days wrapping up matters that I have been working on, sending documents to records, and liberating myself via this guy:
Lawyers use a lot of paper. A lot. That guy is half full already. In case you were wondering, that is not just a trash can. That is a shredding can, for all my sensitive and confidential work papers. And because we're lawyers, after all, the shredding can comes with this:
Ignorance of the law is no excuse, my friends. NO EXCUSE.
It's all so ridiculous. I swear I have not stopped rolling my eyes over the confidentiality procedures since I started receiving all the 900 memos the Monday after I gave notice. Of course, I am following them. I have to follow them. I just follow them and roll my eyes. I actually have to have my personal effects inspected and signed-off by a partner before I leave the office, lest I sneak a document that is firm work-product into my potted plant.