I must apologize for the lack of posting but apparently the powers that be around these parts (read: my partners) have decided that I need to be working during all waking hours (including showers, constitutionals and whatever passing seconds equate as ‘personal time’). Every case that I am handling has decided to become time sensitive with crushing deadlines and unfortunately, I have no one I can ask for an extra set of hands. There is some good news here: I am finally getting the chance to show that I know what I am doing as a lawyer.
It’s scary, it’s fun and it’s a hell of a stress inducer.
Here is an example of what I am talking about: I was sitting in my office on Monday plotting strategy on a case worth a crap ton of money. Me. Myself. And I. This holy crap moment just washed right over me and it was like…well, I’ve finally become a lawyer doing lawyerly things. Not a millisecond later this thought was accompanied by the dawning of the facts that if it goes badly, my fault and my ass on the line.
They don’t teach in you in law school how to cope with making the million-dollar decision. They sure as hell don’t teach you how to deal with the after effects of that decision. Except to appeal when the decision ended up going against you.
Anyway, I need to get back to work. I have to prepare for a deposition, or a hearing or a trial…not sure which. Figure that my secretary can tell me where I have to be and when I have to be there.