“The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous”; Chapter 20 Slavery of the Young Lawyer! Donuts and Orangemen in Toronto

Not being lily white in the province of Ontario, home of Orangemen, a sort of Canadian Ku-Klux-Klan and in the City of Toronto well known for its anti-Greek riots in 1918 I was bypassed by the big Bay Street law firms who failed to realize my wealth and corporate structures I presided over! Their loss. This was before law firms and corporations jumped on the “global inclusion” bandwagon like the latest fad where lily white became somewhat of an evil (too late to benefit me) of course not including in senior management and in the boardrooms. So I articled with Mr. Donut in the east end of Toronto. You have to article for a year as a “lawyer in training” before you took Law Society of Upper Canada courses you had to pass to obtain your license to practice.

In Montreal often with a café au lait one ate a croissant. Here in Toronto it was a fattening sugar coated donut Torontonians were obsessed with. Premium coffees were unheard of as were croissants! Mr. Donut had some 155 franchised stores in Ontario most of which were in seedy neighbourhoods. I became an expert in negotiating franchise agreements. I represented the corporation in shoplifting matters, trespassing actions and all types of small claims litigation. Occasionally I would defend Mr. Donut delivery drivers for traffic infractions. It was all very exciting at a drastically pathetic salary and a box of 24 donuts each week which I fed the pigeons and gave to the homeless sleeping in the alleyways of our cockroach infested corporate office on Coxwell Avenue. Exploitation wages. I had to plod away at this for a year then it was a year of courses at the Law Society of Upper Canada with exams held mostly at decrepit bingo halls. I was called to the Bar as they say and ready to be a “real lawyer” 6 years after I started the process. Then the frenzy of applying for a job and again being part Indian the curry in my blood did not sit well with the roast beef brains of the Anglo-Saxon legal elite. I accepted a job back in New York working for an organization The United Mutations advocating for the rights of mutants throughout the world. I was working on drafting a very historic Charter of Rights for mutants. Being half Indian in Toronto I was a mutant anyways. So it was off to New York! I was no ambulance chaser! I was changing the world!

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food ,drink, travel, film, and lifestyle issues. He also has published serialized novels "Life at Megacorp", "Virus # 26, "Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog" and "The Penniless Pensioner" Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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