My name is Michael Weissman. I used to be an associate until....."We've got to talk about your billables. When you get the talk you've got nothing. No cash, no credit, no breakfast. Your stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in. "Where am I?"..."Miami". You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you. A bloated unhappy ex-girlfriend. "Should we file on them?" An old friend who used to inform on you to the state bar "You know litigators bunch of bitchy little girls. Family too. "Hey is that your mom again?" If your desperate. "Someone needs your help Michael?" And a down and out paralegal you met along the way. "That how we do it people". Bottom line as long as you got the talk, you ain't billing anything.