Sweet Sweet Revenge..

Yesterday, I was asked to review a contract. I knew right away where it came from - it was drafted by the partner that I used to work for at the big law firm.

Now, one thing I must share with you about this guy is that he had complete disdain and intolerance for typos. You know where this is going. He once had a fit that I had neglected to notice two periods at the end of a sentence. And he once called me into his office to tell me that I used too many introductory clauses. He was known for schooling associates on the appropriate use of underlining. I was paranoid about typos, even though mine were no greater than his, or any other human that worked in a law firm.

But never once did he complain about my legal conclusions. In fact, I was told by another partner that he gave me one of the few positive reviews he had ever heard this guy give.

After the lay off, I agreed to have coffee with him. I didn't think it was fair that he got to pawn the actual laying off process onto HR. I wanted him to look me in the eye and tell me why he put me on the list. Apparently, he couldn't trust my work. All those typos were sloppy.

So it gave me great, great pleasure to tell my supervisor to hold off on signing that document of his that she had me review this morning until he had corrected all the typos. She asked if I had notes about where they were in the document and I said no because there were too many to even start a list. Check and mate, jackass. Check and mate.