Do panic attacks count as cardio? Lol.
and cunt troll better not fuck with me today, because I’m not in the mood for her snarky bullshit. I will lay this bitch out.
Gotta go to night court tonight. Ugh.
My client, who is very sweet, gave me a hug today after his court hearing, which I thought was weird, but…fine whatever. But I just now checked Facebook, and he has sent me a friend request.
No, no, no, no, no.
Today I asked this client how much credit card debt he has; his response: what do you mean by credit cards?
My client has not even a glimmer of recognition that her current situation is entirely her own fault. Instead, she has decided it is my fault, even though she was reminded at least five times (and that’s just the times we have proof for) that this exact fate would befall her if she didn’t complete her financial management course.
This sort of nonsense is exactly what is wrong with the world. My daily experiences with clients for the last 13 years have taught me that very few people take any personal responsibility for their actions and their lives. Everything is always somebody else’s fault; they are always the victim. Honestly, I have very little sympathy left for most people.
I’m tired, dude.
There’s nothing like an argument at the podium to get the blood pumping. It helped wake me up, which is good, because I was dragging like whoa. I’m sure I’ll crash after lunch, but I’ll be heading to another court at 1:30 so that will help.
Regretting saying I’d come into the office on what was supposed to be a day off.
I wasn’t even out of the car before I was being alerted to all the issues on all the things.
Can I please retire now?
They keep me sane.
It’s hard to see, but I’m wearing my dissent collar necklace. I have the extra large version, of course, because I’m extra af.
Jackson told me that I have a lot of dresses that say “hey I’m a lawyer!” Lol.
I do this thing where I clench my teeth and smile to get through particularly frustrating interactions with clients.
The smile definitely doesn’t reach my eyes, but nobody seems to notice
On high client interaction days, my jaw hurts by the time I leave the office.
Today will be one of those days.
This happened at court this morning:
Client: So how long have you been doing this?
Me: Like 13 years.
Client: Oh…really? I thought you were my age.
Me: How old are you?
Me: Oh…haha. Nope. I’ll be 40 in July.
Client: Um…wow! What are you doing to look so young?
MOTHERFUCKING FUCK YES!!