Another fall comes, and with it, another new class of prosecutors has started. Mid-November, and they're finally taking their places in the courtrooms, testing out their wings without a trainer-Prosecutor to look over their shoulder.
Whatever I-want-to-help-people mentality they had just a few short months ago when they graduated from law school has been quickly efficiently brainwashed away and replaced with a new No-infraction-too-insignifacant-no-punishment-too-punitive and eager-to-go-to-trial-although-I'm-not-quite-sure-yet-what-that-entails disposition.
This means, of course that it is that time of the year... time to start giving those annoying little prosecutors their nicknames.
Last night, I was walking down the street with a few colleagues and friends.
"What about that one... you know... the one that looks like a horse?"
"Horse? Nah, not creative enough. But she does looks like a horse. Mr. Ed?"
"WHAT? What does that even mean?"
"Smarty Jones? Seabiscuit?"
Finally someone's non-PD girlfriend spoke up.
"Um, you guys think they have nicknames for you?"
Just like that. One little comment. And I spent all day today thinking of what their nickname for me might be... the smart one? the pretty one? the nice one? the one with the really crazy clients?
Yes, I'm sure it's one of those.