new strategy

I’ve been busting my ass on this stupid fucking trial, but…why? I mean, it’s almost certain I’m going to lose because we don’t have a medical expert. Plus, my client is a fucking moron. So…fuck it. I’m going to throw the rest of this shit together and be done with it. I’m not putting my own law firm on the back burner any longer. I truly believe I have already worked two times as hard as any other appointed attorney would do in the same situation. I’m sick of being anxious and depressed over this.

building a case out of a box

I brought home an actual box of work. That box is mostly filled with medical records and prison docs. That document on top is what I’ll be working on all week. I have to lay out the facts, the applicable law, my exhibits, witness list, and jury instructions, among other things. It’s a whole fucking production. Tomorrow I get to go through the records and choose my exhibits. Are you jealous?? 😆

ahh yes, now i remember…

I spent the entire morning in Saint Louis County Circuit Court doing various criminal dockets. Running from one courtroom to another. Managing clients’ expectations. Negotiating deals with prosecutors. Arguing a motion in front of a judge. Doing a blind plea and arguing my way into better probation conditions. It was intense. I was stressed. But it was fun. The morning flew by. That adrenaline rush is addictive. It’s better than drugs.

This is why I became an attorney. I think I should make a bigger shift towards criminal defense. (After all, I originally wanted to be a public defender.) I’ll always do bankruptcy. I’m quite good at bankruptcy. I even enjoy it sometimes.  It’s nerd law, and that is my jam. But it isn’t exciting, and it is a grind. I also find the clients tend to be more difficult to deal with than defendants, which is kind of nuts when you think about it.

I had four cases on this morning, so I guess that area of practice is picking up.

Mama like.

I bitch about my profession quite a bit. I figure it is only fair to mention the good parts as well.

And, honestly, I’m starting to get a bit excited about my upcoming trial.

I had a 30 min phone conversation with prison client. I ended up yelling at him, because he is making decisions based upon bad information and false assumptions. He won’t take the really amazing settlement deal that’s on the table because “it’s the principle of the matter.” I told him I was going to make him sign something saying I told him he was making a huge mistake.

In like 10 minutes, I’m heading to Ladue to meet with my CPA to talk about tax liabilities. So that should be super duper fun.

My assistant was like, “When you get back…” and I was like, “Oh no, I am not coming back today. Fuck that noise.” The only place I’m going (after kid and pet pick-ups, of course) is home.

What I wanted to add, but didn’t, was, “I may never come back,” or even, “I hope this place burns down while I’m gone.”

So that’s where we are today.

I was all jazzed to go to candlelight yoga this evening, but it was canceled. I guess I will have to find another place to channel my rage.