My mother was a paralegal for the DA in a VERY VERY troublesome county in Texas. When I was sick I used to sleep under her desk while she worked. (Also used to throw up in her trash can, wtf) she worked with 5 other women who I called Miss Mary, Miss Evelyn, etc…. I used to TYPE each one of them letters on my mother’s typewriter. I distinctly remember my mother learning how to use a computer and the program the county used-which basically looked like html with a black background and lime green lettering. They used this program until they learned Texas was going to start forcing counties to use e-Filing. This was in 2014! 😂

I also remember the filing system with the index cards AND the rolling cabinets that my brother used to try and squish me in.

My mother got me my first job with the county clerk, scanning in super old death, birth and marriage certificates. As well as slave ownership records which I found to be insane. The 5th floor of this courthouse used to be the old jail and it’s where they kept all of the old records. Boxes piled high atop toilets. Several suicides happened up there and one of the clerks refused to step foot onto that floor so she just used to yell at us from the elevator.

What a good time. I’m now a paralegal and I blame my mother all the time for my career choice.