If learning from your mistakes is a true thing, then the entire world is made up of mistakes. Everyone and everything around me is one big mistake. Last summer I started working for a law firm. I would start out doing simple secretary stuff, it was a walk in the park. Until the next month when Ms. Varnell came to my desk and told me that I would now be doing pleadings and litigation. I smiled and said okay as my stomach slowly sank into my feet. The past months that I had been there I had heard everyone complain so much about litigation and pleadings and how much they hated it. Carla, the old lady that was working in pleadings literally was the meanest lady ever. She never smiled, you guys, ever. She always had a mean look on her face when she was at work. When you asked her how her day was she would say how much she hated what she was working on and she would rather be at home with her cat. I never really spoke to her because I was petrified of her. .
So the next few weeks came and Ms. Varnell begin leaving litigation and pleading things on my desk for me to complete. I was a nervous wreck because I had literally no idea what to do with these huge files that were just sitting on my desk. So I started googling stuff. That got me only a little bit of help, the rest I couldn't even begin to explain to you what it said. Then I started asking the other girls in the office, which by the way they all made sure they did not get litigation, and they all knew nothing. So, I asked Ms. Varnell, she knew all about it, but she lives by using the typewriter. I was stuck typing 197 questions and answers to pleadings interrogatories on a typewriter in the back closet.
Two days past and I was finally finished with the 197 questions on the typewriter. I let Ms. Varnell check it and she wrote all over it with her red pen with corrections and new words every where. When I got the paper back I felt a little part of me die inside.
