Article July 29, 2002 Issue

HONESTY worked

Prayer in a printing mistake

By Bettie Gray Sentinel staff

I had just moved back to Dallas after living and working in another state for a few years. It was late 1990, and lots of business were laying off employees, so I was really glad to be able to get a job as soon as I needed one—the big firm where I'd worked before, first in the '70s a couple of times and again in the '80s, offered me work as soon as I called them. They always seemed to have a place for me. And that felt good. It would have been easy to believe that at my age, I was not exactly this law firm's first choice—that they'd want the youngest, strongest, and most technically savvy people they could find.

My first day back, I saw lots of old friends and colleagues. Their common greeting was, "She's baaack."

Some things hadn't changed. I was amazed to see that they were still using a checklist I had designed ten years earlier. But some things had changed. There was a new department in the firm that really appealed to me—a support department. Its purpose was to take overflow work from all over the firm. The variety of people to work with, the variety in types of law, the variety in kinds of projects, all appealed to me. But the word was that this particular department was tough to get into. You had to have a lot of experience and be a real stickler for the tiniest detail, and you had to get along well with a lot of different kinds of people—most of them working under a lot of fast-paced workplace stress. well, that sounded good to me, too.

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