lawyering rant

I’m so fucking frustrated. I don’t even know where to start.

This civil rights case is going to suck all the fun right out of my fucking life. I can already tell.

That said, the little bit of reading I’ve done so far…I can’t blame this dude for filing the case. The prison administration is shady as fuck.

But…I’m way outside of my comfort zone. Civil rights litigation is not my area of expertise. Not even close.

But sure, I’ll learn an entirely new (and extremely complicated) area of law right at the start of our busiest time of year. And, of course I’ll take it to trial. Sounds fucking awesome!

*sarcasm alert*

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

In other news, we’re leaving B at home in his kennel for most of the day.  For the first time. D is going home to deal with him over lunch. I’m hoping to get to stop in for a bit in the late afternoon before I head to night court. Another thing I’m not happy about, because it is over something so stupid and avoidable. I’m hoping I’ll get it wrapped up in time to make it to Freya’s band concert tonight. If not, then I’ll just go home and start drinking while I wait on D.

Also, my staff is kind of annoying me today. Like don’t tell me what you are and aren’t going to do. You are going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. Otherwise, you will be working somewhere else.

Don’t test me, motherfuckers.

Motherfucker

I just got an email that I’ve been assigned to work pro bono on a federal civil rights case in Illinois that was filed in fucking 2015.

My client is in a prison that’s four hours away.

And I have to do something by 12/26.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

boom!

Today I managed to resolve two of my three problem cases. Additionally, D is having a fantastic day on the work front. There will be celebratory drinks tonight. Just gotta make it through my 5:30 consultation.

occupational hazard

Do you ever get so fucking tired of explaining the same concept over and over again?

I do. Very much so.

Sometimes I feel like the only person in the world who understands the forms of real property ownership. I’m not. But I certainly am around here.

Joint tenancy. Fee simple. Tenants in Common. Tenancy by the Entirety. Community property. You get the idea.

Sigh.

The good news?

The boys aren’t in the office today, so I’m downstairs alone, blasting my music, and getting a fuck ton of stuff done without interruption.