Like, how about this... today I get a message from a client's girlfriend (or, at least that's what she said). This client, her boyfriend, is incarcerated. Actually, I got the message this morning, but she left it in the middle of the night last night. This is, to the best of my recollection, the message:
Hi, Miss Justice? This is "girlfriend". Mr. Client's girlfriend. Yeah, I was wondering if you could call me back at like two o'clock tomorrow and leave a message here and could you just tell me what Client's real name is because they want to know that. Thanks.
What? First, as far as I'm concerned, my clients' name is whatever they tell me their names are. Second, you're his girlfriend, shouldn't you know his names? Can't you just ask him yourself and leave me alone? And third, who are "they" that want to know? And why would I want to help you tell "them?" And fourth - and most importantly - you didn't leave a phone number so you're not getting a callback.
On a Monday, that kind of thing amuses me. By Friday, it just annoys the hell out of me.
But now I'm home and the week is over, and now I can relax and focus on next week, when I will hopefully be on trial.
Other things that have cheered me up?
Believe that yo.
p.s. Maybe I'll get around to do the Friday Spies (which seem like they're going to require a lot more thought than I can handle right now), maybe I won't. Maybe I'll do it by Saturday, like I did last week. Stay tuned to find out.