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captainsblogEleanor just posted about having finished her near-record (and record-ly hellish) five straight AM shifts in the pricing department. I had only two straight with such intensity. Still. We're both in need of some serious weekend right now, and it's already begun with me grilling dogs and serving up corn on the cob- not my beloved's level of culinary excellence, but it'll do.
Yesterday: I had a near-400 mile trip for a case out to Rome, New York. Got up plenty early, got on the road soon after Eleanor left for her fourth of five straight 8 AM punch-ins, and was making good time for the Oneida-Rome exit on Interstate LXXXX. Except said exit is actually in the Indian casino town of Verona. One road from there still leads to Rome, and it's two-laned and fast, but I was ten minutes late even before seeing the obligatory detour on Route 26.
Yet there's a turnoff before that- right past the Lutheran church with this sign:
I saw it, caught it, and kept the late to only 20 minutes or so, well short of the court's own docket delay. Got what I came all that way for, in terms of paperwork if not actual compensation, and reoriented myself to heading west, not east.
Six hours later, I was home. Three-plus driving, some at the Rochester office, a bit at lunch, three at appointments, and an exhaustipated me in the door by 6. We finished the Nurse Jackie season (about which more later) and fell down.
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By seven-ish this morning, we were both out again.
For me, it was compliance with the Continuing Legal Education requirements of my license. I need to spend 24 hours every two years learning about Legal Stuff, and the annual WNY Bankruptcy Conference is a regular and reliable way to knock off about a third of that. So it was out to Batavia- specifically, Genesee Community College- to join in the once-a-year making-nice-nice session, when BK lawyers from both Rochester and Buffalo set aside their differences (which are legion) and join in the larnin'.
Those seven precious CLE credits take closer to ten hours once you figure in driving and lunch. Driving , for at least me, is dull but autopilot; lunch, along with the rest of the amenities, can only be described as "lacking." The college ran out of coffee after the first session break; they had no signage on which "concurrent panels" were in which of two main conference rooms (and I thus wound up attending my second choice for two of the first three); and lunch itself was a chow line with half-sammiches and stale chips where they herded us away from the main Conable Center Lecture Hall (its benefactor apparently having banned food from his room), so we had to find our own corners with our own cliques to "network" on our own.
Buffalonian-classist joke of the day, from, well, me: Noticing that the sandwich tongs had a tensile strength suitable to hold 80-pound weights in place, and thus that the prior lawyers-in-line had mostly torn, rather than raised, their sammiches to their plates: This is Genesee County. They've only recently evolved to the point of using tools.
I like almost all of these people, so I did fine. It was better than two years ago, when they herded all of us into the school cafeteria for a combo lunch/ "Ask the Judges" panel, just in time for the GCC Buildings and Grounds crew to debut their annual Lawn Tractor Demolition Derby on the grass above the cafeteria's sunken ceiling. At least this time we heard Their Honors' answers to all the pre-submitted questions.
After that, we were in the home stretch. An hour of ethics- scaring me shitless about every single thing I've done or failed to do over the past 28 years- and one more break, where they cut a cake! -CAKE! PARP!- to celebrate the 10th anniversary of this joint Bar Association orgy. The coffee was gone by this point, but they still had plenty of bottles of the house Clear-
(More than a few Cougars in that room, but most of the men, including me, had long passed Cub status. Maybe the Mets got royalties, though;)
By the final half-hour, eyes were rolling. Guys older than me were playing Angry Birds on their mobiles. (New York does not allow partial CLE credit if you leave early, so the presenters are instructed to Keep it Realz until the final buzzer at 4:30 p.m.) Evidence Guy did so, in part, by showing us how we could actually admit screenshots of Social Media Failz, using the recent Amy's Baking Company controversy as his sample. I think I was the only lawyer in the room other than him who knew who Gordon Ramsey was.
Again, by 6, I was home- said dogs and corn were consumed for dinner, and we both now have tomorrow and mostly Sunday off. It's all good, however many credits THAT entitles us to;)
Yesterday: I had a near-400 mile trip for a case out to Rome, New York. Got up plenty early, got on the road soon after Eleanor left for her fourth of five straight 8 AM punch-ins, and was making good time for the Oneida-Rome exit on Interstate LXXXX. Except said exit is actually in the Indian casino town of Verona. One road from there still leads to Rome, and it's two-laned and fast, but I was ten minutes late even before seeing the obligatory detour on Route 26.
Yet there's a turnoff before that- right past the Lutheran church with this sign:
I saw it, caught it, and kept the late to only 20 minutes or so, well short of the court's own docket delay. Got what I came all that way for, in terms of paperwork if not actual compensation, and reoriented myself to heading west, not east.
Six hours later, I was home. Three-plus driving, some at the Rochester office, a bit at lunch, three at appointments, and an exhaustipated me in the door by 6. We finished the Nurse Jackie season (about which more later) and fell down.
----
By seven-ish this morning, we were both out again.
For me, it was compliance with the Continuing Legal Education requirements of my license. I need to spend 24 hours every two years learning about Legal Stuff, and the annual WNY Bankruptcy Conference is a regular and reliable way to knock off about a third of that. So it was out to Batavia- specifically, Genesee Community College- to join in the once-a-year making-nice-nice session, when BK lawyers from both Rochester and Buffalo set aside their differences (which are legion) and join in the larnin'.
Those seven precious CLE credits take closer to ten hours once you figure in driving and lunch. Driving , for at least me, is dull but autopilot; lunch, along with the rest of the amenities, can only be described as "lacking." The college ran out of coffee after the first session break; they had no signage on which "concurrent panels" were in which of two main conference rooms (and I thus wound up attending my second choice for two of the first three); and lunch itself was a chow line with half-sammiches and stale chips where they herded us away from the main Conable Center Lecture Hall (its benefactor apparently having banned food from his room), so we had to find our own corners with our own cliques to "network" on our own.
Buffalonian-classist joke of the day, from, well, me: Noticing that the sandwich tongs had a tensile strength suitable to hold 80-pound weights in place, and thus that the prior lawyers-in-line had mostly torn, rather than raised, their sammiches to their plates: This is Genesee County. They've only recently evolved to the point of using tools.
I like almost all of these people, so I did fine. It was better than two years ago, when they herded all of us into the school cafeteria for a combo lunch/ "Ask the Judges" panel, just in time for the GCC Buildings and Grounds crew to debut their annual Lawn Tractor Demolition Derby on the grass above the cafeteria's sunken ceiling. At least this time we heard Their Honors' answers to all the pre-submitted questions.
After that, we were in the home stretch. An hour of ethics- scaring me shitless about every single thing I've done or failed to do over the past 28 years- and one more break, where they cut a cake! -CAKE! PARP!- to celebrate the 10th anniversary of this joint Bar Association orgy. The coffee was gone by this point, but they still had plenty of bottles of the house Clear-
(More than a few Cougars in that room, but most of the men, including me, had long passed Cub status. Maybe the Mets got royalties, though;)
By the final half-hour, eyes were rolling. Guys older than me were playing Angry Birds on their mobiles. (New York does not allow partial CLE credit if you leave early, so the presenters are instructed to Keep it Realz until the final buzzer at 4:30 p.m.) Evidence Guy did so, in part, by showing us how we could actually admit screenshots of Social Media Failz, using the recent Amy's Baking Company controversy as his sample. I think I was the only lawyer in the room other than him who knew who Gordon Ramsey was.
Again, by 6, I was home- said dogs and corn were consumed for dinner, and we both now have tomorrow and mostly Sunday off. It's all good, however many credits THAT entitles us to;)
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Date: 2013-06-22 11:46 pm (UTC)Err, I dunno why people can't just focus and get ready for things, opting to play Angry Birds instead. I've always been one to prepare for the upcoming event, or whatever. I get more out of it that way.