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🚨 CAYERON "LOS PRESTACARAS": LA BANDA QUE CLONABA IDENTIDADES CON AYUDA DEL CORREO Se trata de una organización que se dedicaba a robar tarjetas de crédito antes que llegasen a sus dueños. El modus operandi: 🔹 El entregador: Un empleado infiel del correo Andreani "marcaba" los envíos. Avisaba el día exacto de la entrega, el nombre del titular y el domicilio. 🔹 El artesano: Con esa información, un falsificador armaba DNI truchos con los datos de las víctimas pero con el rostro de los delincuentes. 🔹 La entrega: Iban hasta el domicilio y esperaban en la vereda. Cuando llegaba el distribuidor, se hacían pasar por los dueños, mostraban el documento falso y se quedaban con la tarjeta plástica original. 🔹 El fletero: Una vez con el plástico en mano, compraban electrodomésticos a mansalva y retiraban efectivo. Un fletero de la banda se encargaba de mover la mercadería robada y revenderla. Fue una investigación de la jueza federal Alicia Vence y la Superintendencia de Investigaciones Federales de la PFA, la banda fue desarticulada. Los 15 detenidos serán indagados en los próximos días.

It was 1am during one of several all-nighters I pulled working on a complex cross-border finance deal. I was a first year associate at Debevoise and the senior associate on the deal strode into my office and dropped off some markups for me to process. She flipped to one of the 27 sets of signature page packets I had prepared and pointed emphatically at one of my mistakes, which she helpfully encircled using half a red Bic's worth of ink. In one of the signature blocks, I spelled the entity name as "ENTITY HOLDINGS, INC." when in fact it should have been "ENTITY HOLDING, INC." "Clients pay us what they pay us so they can sleep soundly knowing that we will execute with dogged perfection" she explained. The smallest mistake, however insignificant, was an indicia that the higher stakes elements of the deal may not be airtight either. And that would be fatal to a client's confidence in your work product. The craft was the craft, regardless of whether it was a critical covenant or an entity name on a signature page. 13 years later I still think about that night. It's easy to dismiss the tasks of a junior associate as valueless, menial grunt work, but the unglamorous work compounds in counterintuitive ways. Checking and rechecking section cross-references, tracing through a maze of nested defined terms, and yes--compiling signature pages--were often forcing functions to do more important things like *actually* reading a complex contract from top to tail. Over time, these thankless tasks built a rich latticework of mental models and a pattern-matching library that to this day I draw upon when facing new and unusual legal issues. Even when using AI (which I do every day), this decade-long scaffolding of knowledge I've cultivated helps me ask the right questions, prod with the right followups, and curate and assemble the best answers. I'm sure, just like generations of old men futilely yelling at clouds before me, I'll be proven wrong, but man, I'm worried (and a little sad) for the new generation of lawyers.

Cuando piensen que son malas mamás, acuérdense de mí que en la reunión del Jardín había que llenar una planilla y una de las preguntas era ¿A qué le tienes miedo?, y todas las mamás pusieron "A que le pase algo a mi hijo" "a que no crezca con los valores adecuados" etc y yo puse A LAS CUCHARACHAS VOLADORAS.