Why, Yes, I Do

I went out for drinks for a friend's birthday last weekend, and got to meet a bunch of her friends. I joined the festivities late, so I was a couple of drinks behind the rest of the crowd.

Meeting my friend's friend, the first thing he asked was, "So, I heard you were a public defender?"

"Yes...." I replied, preparing myself for the worst.

"I bet you know a lot of really dirty jokes."

Jumping Back In, Possibly

Believe it or not, I have applied to be a public defender again. At a new office. In a new city.

I had an interview, and it was a little bit weird. I know a lot about being a public defender already, I know what I'm getting myself into, I can talk the public defender talk and trade war stories, but I didn't want to come across as a know-it-all.

At the end of the interview they asked me, "What questions do you have for us?" And, of course, I answered with an appropriate question.  

Here are the questions I could have asked, but didn't:

1)  What does my office will look like?  There's a window, right?  Preferably one that brings in light, not just looking out at a brick wall. 

2)  Tell me about your happy hours?  What bar do you go to? Weekly? What night? Does everyone go, or are there certain groups?

3)  What can I expect when I bring home a full acquittal?  Champagne and canap├ęs? Or beer and chips?  Not that there's anything wrong with either, I just want to know what to expect. 

4)  Tell me who the office gossip is. I want to know who to watch out for.

5)  The softball team - is it more of a drinking team with a softball problem, or is it pretty competitive?  We do have a softball team... don't we? 

If there's anyone still out there reading this, do you have any questions for me?