Workworkwork

Right before the holidays, I received a written opinion on one of my cases that made me unhappy. Quite unhappy. This is unusual -- normally I don't get that worked up. But they done my client all wrong.

Those who know me well know that I am nothing if not efficient in the exercise of my tasks. When needed, I tend to quickly write and file any necessary subsequent motions/petitions while the ideas are still fresh.

This time I could not. I spent most of one morning trying to write something that wouldn't get me disbarred. Several drafts involved commentary, commentary that even described here might result in an unpleasant communique from ARDC. And so, I discarded all attempts, save a snotty limerick (contained instead in my "timesheet" to my boss, who will likely appreciate same), vowing to begin anew after the holiday.

And so I did. It still took two hours to write about three pages. Every sentence seemed to either start or end with some smart alecky descriptive term (I know -- those of you who've met me find that almost impossible to fathom) . I finally got it down and, knowing it would still need a steadier eye, gave it to two people for a tone check.

Then I indulged in my fantasy of being Judge Judy. What a gravy job. You get to give lectures to young women who stupidly give money to loser deadbeat boyfriends, you get to yell at the loser deadbeat boyfriends, and you get to tell a wide swath of society that they are just morons/irresponsible bums/losers/deadbeats/scum. I could soooo do that.

And then I baked an apple pie cookie thing.

Such was my day.

Told you I was boring.