The Dana Effect

cats and computers and to-do lists, oh my

When I (briefly and despondently, with much associated whining and entitlement) worked as a law firm HR manager, my predecessor was an absolutely wonderful woman named Dana. Dana was born to be a law firm HR manager, and I mean that in the best way: She ran the firm with an iron fist while also being a substitute therapist/best friend/mother for any employee having a bad day. I had known her since I was very little – my mom was a partner at the f...