You make your own happiness. I’m a true believer in that. So now I have to figure out what will make me happier with my career, and then actually do it.
I’m tired of being this miserable, tired, bitchy version of myself.
I have to accept that by putting up certain boundaries/making changes, I will piss off/hurt certain people in my life. It is not my job to carry anyone other than myself.
Say it. Repeat it. Mean it.
It has been a hard day for both lawyering and mothering, but, in the end, I think I nailed it.
I’m tired though.
Can’t trust a Monday.
I’m only finally getting to eat at 3:30.
I’ve been in court all day – different courts too – so I’ve been running around like a crazy person, dealing with shitty people and their stupid bullshit. I’m proud to say I was extremely gracious throughout, despite being hangry and hot. Ugh it’s so fucking hot.
It’s going to be a tequila kind of night.
when my clients try to use my personal social media accounts as a way to communicate with me. I always ignore it, and sometimes even block them. You have my office number. You have my work email. That’s enough. Leave my private life out of it, for fuck’s sake.
Why have so many bank accounts when you don’t have any money?
10 accounts. WHY?
When you send a long, detailed email to opposing counsel explaining deficiencies with their pleadings, and this is the response:
I WAS HOPEFULE SHE MIGHT LIST WHAT SHE WANTS LOL
I don’t even know where to start… Sounds like a tomorrow problem to me! Haha.
Sent this to my assistants this morning. 😊
Here’s an example of notes I leave in client files.
She didn’t want a refund, btw. She loves me. 💖
For the first time in my legal career, I got up in the middle of a hearing and offered to help a pro se (unrepresented) debtor in order to keep her from digging herself further into a very deep, dark hole. She was setting herself up to get her discharge revoked and maybe even a criminal charge. All because she is trying to protect someone who doesn’t deserve it.
It will probably end up biting me in the ass, but I still feel like it was the right thing to do.
We had a chat, and she hugged me before she left. I told her I’d call her on Monday to figure things out. I hope she actually follows my advice.
My client emailed to let me know she wouldn’t be in for a while due to a foot surgery. In that email, she felt the need to include an upclose pic of her bloated foot, complete with thick yellow toenail.
I can’t. I just fucking cannot.
I’ll spare you the visual. I did send it to the lawyers though, and also to my husband. Haha. I’m a peach like that.