BipolarLawyerCook

This is a movie review– of sorts.  It’s also some­what sur­real– Magritte’s Treach­ery of Images, except instead of this not being a blog post or a movie review, ceci n’est pas ma vie, my life.  At least it’s not the life that I want.
I’ve got about five drafts of this post started, all put­ter­ing out.  Much […]

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CLEs, Con­tin­u­ing Legal Edu­ca­tion classes, are both a bane and a boon to lawyers, for the same reason—you’re out of the office. Maybe you’ll learn some­thing you want to know, maybe it’s manda­tory, but in any event, you’re out of the office.
It’s a bane—you have to check in, prob­a­bly, to see if anything’s on fire. […]

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Sigh.
Out of state depo­si­tion.
Plaintiff’s attor­ney is fol­low­ing a script.
Twenty-five defense attor­neys on lap­tops or black­ber­ries,
pay­ing hardly any atten­tion, except
whoever’s on that hour to object.
We’ve all got our email addresses–
we just take turns email­ing that hour’s notes.
Bad headache–
I’ll need to buy Excedrin
at the Wal-Mart next door dur­ing lunch.
Scratch­ing pens,
weak cof­fee,
open ended plaintiff’s ques­tions
way too much re-direct […]

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Lawyers like to argue; when there aren’t oppos­ing coun­sel or ornery clients to argue with, they argue amongst their own col­leagues.  Part­ners, espe­cially– they get paid a lot to argue, so they argue a lot, to earn their salary. 
Which would have been fine, except that they were argu­ing over punc­tu­a­tion, syn­tax, and word choice in […]

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You wouldn’t know me, to drive behind me in my boring-looking gold Jetta wagon, with 80,000 miles and sev­eral nicks and dings and count­ing. But then I cut in front of you, one hand on the wheel, the other on the win­dowsill, tap­ping my fin­gers to the Beast­ies and Bos­stones blar­ing from the radio, […]

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Sausage Egg McMuffins and Quar­ter Pounders with Cheese are nice for break­fast and rush-hour din­ner every once in a while.  Not every day.  Ugh.  Espe­cially inter­spersed with Cour­t­house Food, which is Uni­ver­sally Awful.
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Never let a civil lit­i­ga­tor tell you that they love lit­i­ga­tion because they have a pas­sion for jus­tice.  They really […]

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A black wrap dress, a b & w scarf at the neck, pearl studs, hose, & black strappy mary janes.  I was over­dressed, com­pared to the other female asso­ciates, which is fine with me.
I had kiel­basa and mashed potato left­overs for lunch.  With an apple.  Sorry– din­ner isn’t always excit­ing around here.  At least the potatoes […]

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I have…
cut my nails and dithered over whether to paint them
swif­fered the floor
dithered over what to wear
bought gro­ceries for the week
dithered some more over what to wear
and
dithered over what to wear
I know they are busi­ness casual in the office, so I don’t need to wear a suit tomor­row but I want to make a good first […]

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I tried to talk myself out of it. To say that the hours and the stress weren’t worth it. But the fact is, I deeply, deeply miss being a lit­i­ga­tor. I deeply desire the charge of being in court, of problem-solving with col­leagues, of being intel­lec­tu­ally chal­lenged by my work, and in […]

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Lam­ic­tal is my friend
good sleep, good mood.
I shall never leave you (again).
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Crap, a real legal job offer.
At some­place I’d like.
Not too many hours.
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Free­lance piece on bar­be­cue.
Tasty, fun. I really want
a salad.

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