Lawyering Through Life

And the hits just keep on coming

I was told I needed to perk it up some on my blog. While I have not been in a bad mood since I last posted, I have been what I call “beaten down by life.”

Last Friday, I went out, tired but optimistic about the prospect of meeting a friend of a friend who was supposedly a really nice guy. A really nice guy that professed to be looking to meet a nice girl. Lil AG had met him a few weeks ago and called to tell me about this boy she thought was perfect for me. Lil AG and her friend, Linds, decided to set up a group outing so that I could meet this guy.

After a somewhat awkward introduction, he then blew me off entirely to make out with someone else. Not just blow me off in that he didn’t really talk to me, but blow me off as in I barely got a hello before he started sucking face with another girl. The setter uppers were mortified. And I certainly don’t blame them. He was less than impressed with me and didn’t waste any time in letting me know.

I dusted off the brush-off and since it was late enough, I tried to motivate Lil AG to share a cab to the Commonwealth. I was standing talking to two of my friends when a drunken bar patron (who happened to be a friend of Captain Brush-off) attempted to sit down in a nearby chair. He missed the chair and started falling towards Lil AG, whose instincts kicked in and she pushed him away from her, but unfortunately towards Linds. Linds then fell into me, which resulted in my falling onto the coffee table behind us, landing with a resounding thud, before rolling to the floor. In front of Captain Brush-off, his friends, and scores of other Adams Morgan revelers.

Luckily, my ego was the only part of me bruised. But since the ego has already suffered its fair share of setbacks lately, this last one just seemed like overkill.


The remainder of last weekend was spent consuming Miller Lite and cheering Wake Forest to victory in Jacksonville. The Orange Bowl. The freaking Orange Bowl!! Unbelievable. I am so proud to be a Demon Deacon right now it almost makes me want to go further into debt to make the trip to Miami. Unfortunately, working non-stop does not a bigger paycheck make and the trip is just too much.

That brings us to this past week. Again, a ridiculous number of hours, with the highlight being coming in super early on Thursday morning to finish my docket only to be sent outside in the freezing cold for a fire drill. At 7:20 in the morning. We stood outside for over forty minutes. The first fifteen of which I was trapped talking Ms. Sunshine, who very well may be the nicest human being on earth. She answers her phone “Happy Holidays, Thank you for calling Circuit Court, How may I help you?” The conversations conclude with “Thank you SO much. Have a blessed day.” She brings her Bible to scheduling conferences and spends a few minutes in prayer before getting started. We are setting trial dates. People give us dates and we write them down. Granted, a little serenity is in order whenever dealing with attorneys, but let’s be realistic. The Big Man has priorities!

Well, at 7:20 in the morning, without any coffee in me and freezing my ass off in the parking lot, Ms. Sunshine is a little bit much. I couldn’t talk about how damn cold it was outside, or how freaking stressed out I was, or how my judge was going to kick my ass if I didn’t finish the docket. After fifteen minutes of “Yes, this is a blessed day despite the fact that I can’t feel my fingers and may be suffering from an anxiety attack”, I was finally able to cut loose from Ms. Sunshine.

The rest of the week passed without incident as far as I can recall now. It seems so long ago even though it was only a few short days ago. I think when work consumes you so much that you aren’t even able to keep days straight, perhaps it is time to cut back some. I thought this week would be better, but I am out of the office all day Tuesday and we are in the middle of “let’s get divorced right quick so that we can file separate tax returns” rush. Months of squabbling over mortgage payments and chandeliers are thrown out the window as soon as the attorneys start explaining the tax benefits of filing separately.

So, we are in the middle of a busy time at work. I have yet to experience anything that resembles a slow time, but here’s hoping one is right around the corner.

In other news, Wayne is engaged. Since I have not figured out how to link to previous posts, I will remind those few who remember that Wayne is my former roommate who I had a serious crush on for about two years. Then TH, Wayne’s best friend, moved to town and we started dating. Then TH lied and cheated and broke my heart and things were never quite the same between Wayne and me. Part of it was my heartache over TH and the awkwardness that resulted, but part of it was Wayne’s new relationship. Wayne is the kind of guy who freely admitted that he lost touch with his friends when he was in a relationship. “Relationship Wayne” was all about the relationship, and not so much about the friends. Apparently ditching his friends worked out for him because he proposed last night. To a really nice girl. With definite Stepford qualities. You know the type, super pretty (the perfect blonde highlights that just look natural), super smart (valedictorian with fabulous job), super athletic (she is the girl on the treadmill at the gym in a coordinated spandex outfit that fits her like a glove), and super nice (smiles at every thing you say and nods at you when you say something mean as if to say “I want you to think that I agree with you, but I would never actually come out and express an unpleasant thought because I just don’t think I am capable of such things).

So, yeah. Wayne’s engaged. I am happy for him. She is a fabulous girl. And perfect for him. I think they will be happy. And I am happy for them. I said that already.

Ok. I think I will lie back down. It makes it easier for life to kick me that way.

posted by jersey @ 10:45 PM