i'd like to take a minute to thank my family for my sense of humor. i'm not sure that it's something i learned from them as much as a coping mechanism i adopted to survive the first 25 years of my life, but my family has provided the ideal conduit to perfect this defense to pretty much everything.
i know i am easily amused and have been told i laugh a lot compared to the average person, but the world is funny. some days i am in awe of just how ridiculous my life is.
my clients lie to me all the time. i know this is true, but i choose to believe otherwise and am subsequently devastated when i negotiate a great deal only to discover that it is invalid since my client was under the influence of cocaine during the court hearing. cocaine! the other attorneys in my office are generally more realistic. however, it was nice to see kennedy (who is incredibly badass, my hero) caught off guard yesterday ... she fought for a deal on this guy's aggravated DUI charge because he's now disabled, in a wheelchair, and can't physically sign his own court documents. he swore to her he couldn't even drive in his condition. since then he has racked up another charge: driving on a suspended license. kennedy was livid and i sat in my office and giggled at the barrage of comments regarding the guy's "disability on demand" and how his legs WILL be broken when kennedy gets done with him. with the inherently incomplete information i work with every day, instances such as these should not be surprising.
my office represents a lot of crazy people. i assume this is pretty closely related to the fact that a lot of them are guilty, and a lot of them are guilty because they have substance abuse problems or undiagnosed mental illnesses that prevent them from making rational decisions about their behavior. side note: sorry if you don't buy into game theory and the prisoner's dilemma, but i'm still an economist at heart and, therefore, must assume that people act rationally so that my model of the world will continue to function. anyway, one of our more colorful alleged felons (who dresses like billy idol) wrote a letter to the judge on his case to tell him that tim, his attorney, had a big butt. how do you take yourself and your life seriously when your client -- who you are representing for $0 as a service to the state and in recognition of the importance of the basic tenets of the constitution -- thinks that the most important thing that he can tell the judge in his defense is that his attorney has a fat ass.
real life IS better than anything you could make up.
i know i am easily amused and have been told i laugh a lot compared to the average person, but the world is funny. some days i am in awe of just how ridiculous my life is.
my clients lie to me all the time. i know this is true, but i choose to believe otherwise and am subsequently devastated when i negotiate a great deal only to discover that it is invalid since my client was under the influence of cocaine during the court hearing. cocaine! the other attorneys in my office are generally more realistic. however, it was nice to see kennedy (who is incredibly badass, my hero) caught off guard yesterday ... she fought for a deal on this guy's aggravated DUI charge because he's now disabled, in a wheelchair, and can't physically sign his own court documents. he swore to her he couldn't even drive in his condition. since then he has racked up another charge: driving on a suspended license. kennedy was livid and i sat in my office and giggled at the barrage of comments regarding the guy's "disability on demand" and how his legs WILL be broken when kennedy gets done with him. with the inherently incomplete information i work with every day, instances such as these should not be surprising.
my office represents a lot of crazy people. i assume this is pretty closely related to the fact that a lot of them are guilty, and a lot of them are guilty because they have substance abuse problems or undiagnosed mental illnesses that prevent them from making rational decisions about their behavior. side note: sorry if you don't buy into game theory and the prisoner's dilemma, but i'm still an economist at heart and, therefore, must assume that people act rationally so that my model of the world will continue to function. anyway, one of our more colorful alleged felons (who dresses like billy idol) wrote a letter to the judge on his case to tell him that tim, his attorney, had a big butt. how do you take yourself and your life seriously when your client -- who you are representing for $0 as a service to the state and in recognition of the importance of the basic tenets of the constitution -- thinks that the most important thing that he can tell the judge in his defense is that his attorney has a fat ass.
real life IS better than anything you could make up.
6 comments:
Now the only question is.... what are you holding behind him there?
is that really the ONLY question? :)
that yellow stick is used to pick up marley's sandy, slobbery, disgusting tennis balls. because i can't be getting dirty.
At least MLK afforded you something good--he gave me a wonderful day at work :P I long to be a federal/state employee.
It makes me so happy that you look so happy!
why is he your super secret EX boyfriend? Surely he can still be your super secret boyfriend?
that dog looks suspiciously junie-like. ;) but dont all cute dogs look like junie?
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