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!
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.