A Perfectly Cursed Life

Because Blessings Are Overrated

Do You Work For A Lawyer? August 28, 2008

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That’s the question I was asked as I was paying for my lunch at Ram’s Horn today.  (Hey, don’t knock it.  A breakfast-lunch is delicious.)  Apparently if you carry a legal pad and some papers with you, you must be an employee of a law firm or other legal organization.

Now, I know the guy wasn’t trying to be sassy or cute, but at the same time I felt a bit peeved. I am a damn lawyer.  Granted, I’m young, but I couldn’t help but think this had something to do with the fact that I am a young woman.  I’m usually not quick to see these gender-biases in my own life, but I just have a feeling that if I were male, this comment would have been different.

This is the first time I have looked so young as to be confused for someone not my senior.  It’s a weird thing, but most often people think I’m older than I am.  Not so much for my appearance, but because I don’t act my age.  I’m an old soul, I suppose.  But this comment took me by surprise.  Do I work for a lawyer?  Yeah–me.  (Truth be told, I work for five partners who are lawyers, but that’s a technicality.)

I’m still kind of dumbfounded.  I should probably just drop it from my brain and think about other things (like the mountain of work I need to get done by tomorrow), but I can’t seem to shake it.  I often get this feeling like I’m playing pretend.  It’s faded some over the year since I started here, but some days it’s hard to believe that I am, in fact, a lawyer.  Some days, I just feel as if this is an out-of-body experience where I’m watching myself dress up and push around papers for effect’s sake.  I wonder if the young version of me were to see me what she would think.Am I cool enough for her?  Am I what she wanted to be?

But in any event, no matter what she would think, the truth is I am a lawyer.  For better or for worse, I have thrown my hat into the legal ring.

And I’ll be damned if I let some Ram’s Horn cashier take me down a peg because I’m young or female.