Some days are better than others.
Some days the judges are charmed by me, some days my clients follow my advice, some days the prosecutors give me fantastic offers, some days are quick and easy.
Other days the judges are downright rude, other days my clients don't care what I have to say, other days the prosecutors make the most ridiculous offers, other days my clients get "lost" somewhere between the jail and the court and I spend all day waiting.
Today was a bit of a rough day.
The prosecutor's offer was crap, and while my client was happy to take it, I was disappointed with the disposition.
I left the courtroom after a long, tough day, feeling like a failure, my head hanging low.
"Excuse me? Excuse me, Miss?"
I turned around and saw a young man who had been sitting in the courtroom all day.
"Can I get your card? You're a real good lawyer."
I was about to explain that I'm a public defender, and that all of my clients are assigned to me, so there's no point in taking my card. But, first, I had a question...
"Oh yeah? You liked the way I entered that plea? You want a year in the county jail?"
"Well," he said, "It sounds pretty good compared to what my lawyer says I'm gonna get. And that guy looked real happy with it."
I guess it's all about perspective.
"So, can I get your card? Can I get a year?"