Thursday, October 25, 2007
( 7:01 AM ) teahouse
I do some pro bono work for a local organization, and last night I cooked 2 dishes for a potluck dinner that took place in a fancy law firm in a high-rise building in midtown Manhattan.
I'd worked from home, so unlike the other lawyers who attended, I was wearing khaki pants and my Doc Martens instead of a suit. I certainly didn't look like a lawyer.
When I entered the lobby of the office building, carrying my large containers of food, I just happened to walk in at the same time as a group of delivery people from local restaurants, making the nightly dinner delivery to the hapless law firm associates who were working late.
For those of you who have worked (or currently work) in a Biglaw urban law firm, you know what I'm talking about. Every night, like clockwork, the delivery guys show up around 7 p.m. to bring food to the associates who are stuck there working late all night. They hang out in the lobby waiting for the lawyers to come down and pay them.
At any rate, I somehow got lumped with those guys, and trapped in the lobby for a few minutes.
I finally fought my way through the crowd to the reception desk, where I explained to the security guy that yes, I was in fact a lawyer there for a legal meeting, and not a Chinese food delivery girl.
He looked at my strangely and took a long time checking my i.d. before letting me through.
In the elevator on the way up, the suited lawyers on their way to other meetings in the building looked at me strangely as well.
I'm sure they were wondering how this Chinese food delivery girl got past the front desk.
Or else, wondering whether they could pay extra in the future for food delivery directly to their offices! #