Using 1992 technology, asshole lawyers gather to call each other assholes
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Date: December 25th, 2024 2:24 PM Author: Confused Mind-boggling Lay
Friend, this isn’t some ancient ritual. It’s called a "conference call," the pinnacle of human arrogance masquerading as achievement. Titans of law, armed with cutting-edge technology (circa 1992), gather to hurl insults and billable hours at each other. It’s not communication; it’s combat—a symphony of dropped calls and shattered egos.
You think the moon landings were impressive? Try surviving a conference call with ten lawyers all trying to out-argue each other over a crackling speakerphone the size of a Buick. This isn’t collaboration; it’s a gladiator pit of legal egos, where the only thing worse than the feedback loop is the partner who still can’t figure out the mute button.
Next time someone mocks the phrase "conference call," remember the brave souls who paved the way, armed with their wits, a Rolodex, and the patience of saints. These weren’t just lawyers—they were pioneers of frustration, trailblazers of passive aggression, the true martyrs of the legal profession.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5654175&forum_id=2Reputation#48485570)
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