Seriously, no one should have to enter blogland on that prepositional phrase.
Obviously, I could dwell on cliche adages as to "where has time gone?" given it has been...ahem...eight months and some change since I updated this thing, but then again, that would be... well... cliche. Oh hell, bear with me, because honestly, WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE? I feel like I went to sleep in January and woke up in August...
Nonetheless--rest assured--I follow your journeys through your fellow blogs. And I enjoy them, and I live vicariously through them, even if I don't always comment on them, so keep them coming. Often the stories, the photos, the videos, and Dimick's crazy quizzes are my one moment of respite smashed in between a phone call as to whether Wife must give 6 or 7 hours of notice to Husband before entering the marital residence to snag the toothbrush she left behind; and that settlement conference over Wife texting the kids on Husband's placement time.
This IS Law and Order folks.
Einstein I am not, babysitter perhaps...but ahead of myself I get. [Random Observation: Writing like a lawyer is a lot like thinking like Yoda; perhaps Yoda fans should go to law school].
I'll start with work, since that it where I live(d) the last year.
Spring trial schedule was INSANELY busy. Remember in school when your exams, papers, etc. all hit you on the exact same day? I swear it doesn't change in grown-up world. Seventeen trials in a three month span. Perhaps that doesn't sound like much, and even though only one out of that seventeen actually went to trial (that's how things really work, folks), I still had to do the preparation as if it were going to trial. After all, that's your ante on the other lawyer, right? I am ready for trial. You aren't, so give me what I want (a.ka. the essence of lawyering).
It was a whirlwind of depositions, settlement conferences, motions, and all that crap you do in a day's work. And along the way, there were milestones, far more important (and interesting) to me than you, so I will spare you the details. Suffice it to say, the learning curve was awfully steep. All those first cases that came through my door were finally getting through the steampipe. Procrastination was not an option. Hello civil litigation and that murky world called (drum roll please)...the rules of evidence.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
The hell concluded the second week in July afer one of my year-and-a-half divorce cases of the messy nth degree (it involved Jesus, and I swear if Husband could have made him a third-party, he would have) went to trial. Scheduled for two-days on every issue under the sun and then some, it settled after a half a day of negogiations. See Paragraph 7.
Amen Jesus.
Then again, it kinda settled because no more than an hour after arriving at my office after the default did I already have a vm from Husband's attorney's secretary (don't ask--she does all the work; he just shows up on Court), complaining about some asinine things, although Jesus was not one of them. I could have, however, really used Jesus at that point.
As if the trial schedule weren't bad enough, our firm merged-- with two others. It was in many ways a frustrating process. We hired a new associate who stayed for six months, got caught in some crossfire, and then left, making my world a wee-bit more empty.
Add to that, I lost Carol--my mentor and the string that ties me to reality and this job-- to half-time lawyering status. It sounds corny, but I seriously went through a grieving process after she left. Ah yeah, and she went from 5 days to 2.5 days a week. I know-- cheezball. And I can't explain it to make you understand. Suffice it to say, I am very covetous and grateful of and for that relationship; I know how rare it is to find that kind of person in this business.
So there's something to chew on. I have a tennis match in a couple minutes--more to come later.
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