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captainsblogfrom which, I can only conclude, that it's detecting an abnormally high number of idiots. This would be consistent with how things have gone overall.
The heat wave broke here late last week (it's inched back up to Almost Oppressive again), but the stupid wave has continued to break records at work. On Tuesday, I shlepped into Rochester for an unopposed motion. I was a few minutes late getting to the courtroom- nowhere to park, as apparently the circus, or possibily an Idiot Convention was in town- and it was just me and Hizzoner.
“I hate to be a pain in the ass,” he says, and you KNOW there’s a But coming on....
"But....," his law clerk had given him a note that she wanted me to address two points. Which he couldn’t find- or remember. And she wasn’t there, so could I email her. Come back next week. Email her I do; and get a snippy response back the next day: “I can’t give you legal advice, and if you’re not in full compliance with (this section) and (that section), your (unopposed) motion is going to be denied.”
Yeah. Good day to you too, ma’am.
Best of all? The clients on this have recently told me they now think this is a useless chase and they don’t want to pay me anything more for all of this. I needed to keep them informed, they said. “Informed” somehow didn’t count the eight updating emails I sent them between December and mid-June, all of them but one sent the same day they inquired (and that one came in on December 30 and didn’t get answered until January 3rd- gods what a slacker I am:P)
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So that was the Tuesday stupid. Onna ta Wednesday.
Two hearings. One, following up on a prior decision I already won, relieving a client of over $300,000 of mortgage debt, was to work out some logistics. The exact form of releasing the documents, ending the case- oh, and paying me. Fun fact: in New York, if your bank forecloses on you and asks for attorneys fees if they win but instead you win? They pay yours. And mine, through almost 18 months of aggravation, were close to 9 grand- all but about $2,100 of which the client already paid or I discounted. I asked for the full 9k in my papers, but told them weeks ago I’d take just the outstanding $2,100.
Four adjournments later got us to Wednesday morning- so of course, the day before, they asked for another one. They never confirmed a new date, so I showed up and asked this judge’s (much less snippy) law clerk for a date, and he gave me one in 2 weeks- but he also told me to send over a proposed order for the full 9k and they’d now have to argue against it.
Or, you know, they could take my deal.
Late Thursday, they confirmed they agreed to it. Hizzoner could’ve awarded a lot more than I'm getting- or he could’ve ordered nothing. Plus this way? No delay, no appeal, my client fully released.
Sometimes stupid ain't all that bad.
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Then I got to Wednesday's second hearing- also a fourth continuation, this one of a routine arrangement in an ongoing business case. I'd contacted my opposition two days earlier and try to work something out so I wouldn’t have to go, or at least know ahead of time that was worked out. (I’ve lost a lot of sleep this week, and the first few nights were mainly from Unresolved Work Shit like this.) We talked for five minutes outside the courtroom, kicked the can down the road one more time, and I got to go back to my office and do some work for a change.
I got home at a decent hour – Eleanor worked until 7:30 three nights this week, including that night – and I took the dog out in the backyard for us to share a relaxing dinner. Or so I thought. She seemed especially focused on one spot in the backyard. I went over to find out what the first was all about. Want to see?
Yup, mama bunny decided to drop a litter in the yard belonging to a schnauzery dog. Poor girl has been batshit crazy every moment since. We’ve blocked off, and she is now on a leash whenever she’s back there. Pepper spends the entire time strung out at the end of that, barking and trying to get to them. No harm done except the scare of the bebbies seeing her face up close, and six remain, much bigger, as of this morning.
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Thursday was supposed to be my catchup day. No court, only one client appointment, a chance to work on responding papers against yet another gang of idiots in my life (which will get its own post once it's resolved but I fired off some good snark that morning). At noon, the Bankruptcy Court had two of my cases on that were so routine and resolved that I didn't even have to go. Or so I thought. (I do say that a lot, don't I?)
Minutes before 1, as I'm heading back from lunch, I see a voicemail from a government attorney. She showed up on one of those cases, for absolutely no good reason, got the case adjourned a whole month so she could check if the good ol' US of A had any objection to being paid 100 cents on the dollar, and oopsies, I guess they didn't, so if I could get the case recalled, I could get it approved that afternoon. (P.S: until the case is confirmed, I don't get paid.)
I run home, hoping not to distract puppy or bunnies, throw a suit on, speed downtown and catch the judge and trustee just as they're finishing up their last calendar of the day. Got it approved, but those were two perfectly good mental health hours I'm never getting back- and I had to reschedule the client who I couldn't see because of it.
We ended the day at the cinema- Hearts Beat Loud is a sweet indie film with Nick Offerman, an amazing young actress/singer named Kiersey Clemons as his daughter, and Ted Danson, in an amazing stretch, playing a bartender. This not only gave us close to two hours of good entertainment but spared us two hours of barking at bunnies.
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No idiots yesterday. At least none notable to comment on. It was a long stretch- meeting the first clients right at 8 and not getting done with the last one until close to 4- and the hardest part with the 8:00 clients was just getting them (an older couple) in and out of the courthouse. It didn't occur to me until we parked a block from the courthouse door that maybe I could've just arranged to have them dropped off at the courthouse door; we corrected this mistake on the way back to their car.
This was part of Pepper's walk one of those mornings, as it is just about every time we head out:
"Solider crawling," one fellow dog owner called it. "Silly walk" seems more like it.
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More on this wild, wild life as it develops. And I have an appointment this Wednesday to check out the idiot light. Maybe just a collection of idiots will fall out from under the chassis.
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Date: 2018-07-14 03:14 pm (UTC)