THE HORROR OF MY FIRST DEPOSITION . . . .

At the defense firm where I once worked, a lawyer’s first deposition was something akin to an initiation, complete with a complex hazing ritual. Even today, fourteen years later, it’s hard for me to think about. (Oh, the embarrassment!)

I wasn’t told about my first deposition until the last minute. The telling was done by an associate who’d been at the firm only a few years more than me but who was quite senior anyway.

“We’re going to have you do a deposition.”

“Oh, really. When?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

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