Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Christmas Gifts

A friend of mine has...how should I say this tactfully...expensive tastes when it comes to her Christmas list. I've teased her about it and even commented on her blog, though for some reason my comment does not appear on her blog. Hmm.

Anyhoo, it got me thinking about the kinds of things that I would like for Christmas. I would actually like a boyfriend. I've been emailing with two of my lawyer friends and said it shouldn't be too difficult to find a decent guy who makes his own money, is intelligent, isn't threatened by the fact that I'm a lawyer, and isn't looking for a stick thin, brain dead Barbie doll. It "shouldn't be" too difficult. Yeah. Right. Then again, I also don't know where to look. I don't want to find a guy in a bar. How many meaningful relationships do you know of that start in a bar? Exactly.

I would really like things that can't be purchased. I would really like the 9th Circuit to grant my client's appeal of the judge's decision to grant MSJ against her, but that might be a year or so away. I would really like the defendant to not oppose my fee petition in my arbitration - that probably won't happen but could happen (if the stars align and God smiles on me), and that could actually happen by Christmas. I would like to have my own place, but no one is going to come up with $15k a year for an apartment (on the very low end out here) or $400k for a condo (again on the very low end) for me to have digs.

Oh! This just in! Apparently Tiger Woods just admitted to cheating on his website. Everyone should learn the lesson from David Letterman - get ahead of the scandal if possible. Take the power out of the tsunami. Just my two cents.

Anyway, back to my post.

So I'm looking for a decent guy for Christmas. No need to even put him under the tree. In his car, in a restaurant, in an office, somewhere else is fine.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Sweat, Baby, Sweat

I've been thinking about off the wall song lyrics lately, and I just re-joined the gym yesterday and thought about going today. I didn't go, for the record, but I considered it which is a step in the right direction. I also put "buy a new padlock" on my to-do list for tomorrow, so I'm on the right track. I also looked up the group work out list at my local gym, and think I'll go on Tuesday morning if I get the padlock tomorrow. It's better than nothing.

So, the title of this post is a wink and a nudge to the Bloodhound Gang song lyrics from about ten years ago and their one hit wonder glory. I always liked getting on the treadmill and just letting go, listening to my Ipod, letting my head feel much clearer. It always made me feel like I was working stuff out in my head. I never liked showering there because I felt gross in the cold shower, but I now that I think about it, I guess I don't need a lock if I am not going to shower there. But I don't want to go there, come back home and then go to the office. I'd rather shower there and go to the office. So I'll buy the lock and go.

Anyway, a house about 2 blocks from mine caught fire today. It was scary and I feel terrible for them. I left for the laundromat and was only gone about an hour and a half. I drove right by the house on my way there, and by the time I got back the firefighters already put it out and were packing up. I have no idea how it happened so quickly, and the craziest part is that I never saw or smelled smoke during any part of the day. But thankfully, I heard that no one was hurt, but it looks like the whole house was gutted and that the roof is destroyed and it will probably have to be torn down. It's so sad. It makes me grateful for having the minimum things of life - a home to go to, even with its frustrations and problems. It's a home, and my biggest frustration right now is figuring out when to go to the gym. I'm very blessed and very thankful, especially at this time of year, for my blessings. We should all be thankful for such things.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Shop Town USA

I am an admitted Black Friday shopper. I have no plans for recovery or stopping. You may think it's a sickness and you'd be wrong.

I bought several hundred dollars worth of pretty pretty clothes for myself yesterday. Don't get me wrong, I also bought things for everyone else on my Christmas list as well, but I needed work clothes. So the cool things I bought for everyone else included pretty baby clothes for a friend who is about to have a little one, a cool electronic gadget for my niece's ipod, a down-alternative comforter for my sister, some clothes for my mom, and I already bought a cool thing for my Dad. Either way, I bought a lot of stuff and I think I'm pretty much done with my shopping. Hooray!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

I'm Tired

I've been working since just before 10 this morning, and it's now about quarter to 6. It's Saturday. I wrote more than like 14 pages today already, including reading about 8 cases. I'm tired. I've also revised a letter to opposing counsel that my co-counsel went crazy on (he is more offended by opposing counsel's behavior than he realizes). I'm just tired. Oh, did I mention I was filing electronic documents with the federal court until almost 11:30 last night? No? Yeah, that might have something to do with it too...

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Sick and Twisted

I've been thinking a lot about licenses these days, who deserves them, how long it's been since I got mine, that I need to physically go to the DMV to renew my driver's license, etc. I think it was 364 days ago (give or take a few hours) since my Bar results came out. The Bar is doing the sick countdown of days until it releases results. 8 days...7 days...18 hours...57 minutes... Seriously, as if people aren't on the edge enough?

And I have to go down to the DMV to visit with a sea of humanity to renew my license. Fun! Who doesn't like to go there? And have their picture taken? Can't think of a better way to spend a couple hours. And the next available appointment? The day before my federal trial is scheduled to start. Timing? Impeccable!

As if the weirdo from the deposition from the other day couldn't get any more twisted, apparently today he was almost normal. I know, I didn't believe it. The attorney who was there didn't either. No shouting, no bloodshed, no fist pounding on the table. I wondered if he was high or sedated. Who knows? Either way, at least the session was more professional, and that is better for the client. I couldn't believe that guy. I continue to believe it's an anomaly and maybe this is just the calm before the storm. People don't go from a**hole to calm for no reason. He's as twisted as that stupid Bar countdown, and he'll never change.

Anyway, it's 9:22 and I'm still waiting on my co-counsel to get me a document so I can e-file it and go have dinner and go home. Any day now I'll get it. It's only due before midnight, so I guess we've got plenty of time. The thing is that I'm cranky and haven't eaten. I want to go home. I'm also really tired of this whole waking up at 4:00 a.m. thing for no reason.

Hope you all have a great night!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Box-Top License

The deposition today was the worst I've ever encountered. It was worse than insulting. The attorney was crass and nonsensical and arrogant...and those were his good points. He was asking idiotic questions and tried to bully the client and me. For those keeping track, that didn't go over well. And a (partner?) big firm attorney should know better than to behave the way he did. I met the other named attorney on the case during the lunch break. She shook my hand, looked me in the face, was courteous and professional. I prayed she was taking over. Alas, she didn't even stay. Ugh. More hours with Captain A**hole. I even walked out at the end. It was absurd. I don't believe it. I've never come across anyone so unprofessional, discourteous, condescending, and outrageous. I talked to my defense friend C tonight and told him that all the good defense attorneys out there should get together and get rid of this guy because he is the reason that we (the public at large) believe the stereotype about defense lawyers. Insane...

Red Headed Lawyers

I'm defending a deposition today and I'm particularly excited about today's adventure. Opposing counsel has been particularly obnoxious pulling stupid stunts. Now he wants to take three days of our client's deposition even though there is no reason whatsoever for three days of it. Why he needs 3 days is beyond me. But he's been outrageously litigious and absurd and unprofessional about it.

So, on Saturday I had my highlights re-touched and my hair has a gorgeous red color to it. I adore it. It also makes me feel a bit more fiery than I normally do. And especially since I have been brought on board with this very prestigious firm, my confidence level has shot through the roof. So I am really excited about heading into this deposition "hair first," so to speak.

I actually only know of one other red-headed lawyer. She's very successful and she's a pistol. She's not afraid to speak her mind, she's confident, and she's very accomplished. I'm getting there, and I'm very excited about defending this deposition today! Gotta run. Have a great day!