I'm trying to take Hank Morgan's advice and acclimatize to life in a South Asian office...
but there was a goat outside my office today. Not milling around in the street, but tied up near the motorcycles. I decided to take a picture of it later, because I thought people might have trouble believing my stories of various animals on the way to work. When I went downstairs, it was gone.
Later in the day, I hear some banging from the roof kitchen. I go upstairs, and there are piles of meat lying on the table. I ask: "Tyo ke ho?" (what is that?).
It's goat. The one from downstairs.
I'm guessing this type of thing doesn't happen much at Cravath.
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Consider yourself lucky. If you were at Cravath, it might have been a first year associate on that table instead of a goat. :)
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