Polls
Like everyone else who isn’t subject to our restrictive wifi network, I keep refreshing 538, Politico, and Twitter, not with any real purpose but just out of desperation for more news, new news, any news. I know it’s silly, though. Polls are silly. The result will be the result. It’s like when I started at the firm and they told me there was a 5% chance, just by the numbers, that I’d ever make partner.
Some of my colleagues were distressed by that, but I took it as great news. 5% is huge. Look around you. People are idiots. Being in the top 5% of any group is easy — intelligence, attractiveness, whatever positive characteristic you want, I’m there. Maybe not modesty. Though now having said that — guess what? That puts me back in the 5%!
I knew I’d make partner from the moment I stepped on the other associates in the elevator on the way up to our orientation meeting. 5%, 2%, whatever it was, I was going to find a way.
And if they’d said 10%, I wouldn’t have had to lock nearly as many of the other associates in my trunk for nine years.
(No one checks the trunk when you donate a car to charity. Just FYI.)