Sweet (Teef) Relief
Feb. 15th, 2020 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThings have been all over the place this week. Weather, from above-freezing with rain to messy mixes mid-week to several days now of single-F-digits that look to be heading back up next week. Holidays, with state courts still being the last ones in the universe to close for Lincoln's Birthday, followed by the usual Valentinegasm of retail, all of which was seemingly over when I picked Eleanor up for a film last night and saw the red already cleared out for next month's green-
And, you know, me.
Starting with said film: Birds of Prey, or Harley Quinn, or whatever they're calling it this week. It was pretty rollicking fun once we got in, but as with many things, the getting there was half the fun. I decided to be Thoroughly Modern and had the cinema tickets sent to my phone, and so you get there on time at 7:15 and click the first link you see and it says 4:20 and you say OH SHIT and then you see the date’s wrong too and, wait what? are they still even showing Rise of Skywalker and THEN you realize it’s you still have both that night's ticket link AND the mobile ticket link from two months ago-
-and you just scared the shit out of Eleanor for nothing.... #OKBoomer. (I've now deleted both of those links from my phone, so we don't go through this again the next time.)
That was last night, after being out for poetry two nights before and me being on the road for two days into almost evening before that. Tuesday was mainly for a seminar on a new form of corporate bankruptcy which I might be getting a chance to file soon. Wednesday had every reason to go smoothly, until it didn't: I had my own client scheduled for a hearing, which he (and I) showed up for on time, with him in the right place AND with his proper identification and all documents sent in ahead of time. I'd also been asked to do a favor for a fellow attorney who was on vacation this week: he saw my name on the calendar and asked if I'd cover. I told him, no problem, just provide this and that and the other thing (which he did) and make sure the clients showed up on time, with them in the right place AND with their proper identification and all documents sent in ahead of time (they did).
Problem was, the guy one case ahead of mine and his? A complete asshat. At best, he was dumb as grass; at worst, he deliberately submitted false information ahead of time that anyone with a brain or computer could have figured out. He got the hearing officer so pissed off that he spent the rest of the calendar looking for trouble, and he found it. With my guy, it was over an issue that usually is just between a debtor and his/her/its creditor, but he decided to take interest in it because "I'm required to report fraud." And ya know what? I think he found some- not by my client but rather on him. But it's a cluster of explanation that is going to take hours of (uncompensated) winnowing and clarifying.
The next people, my Good Deed of the Day, also didn't go unpunished. They couldn't complete their hearing because their lawyer didn't give me a paper copy of a form which the hearing officer had right in front of him on his computer, but either couldn't or wouldn't show them to verify it. It also turned out that, although their lawyer had made timely and acceptable arrangements with me to appear for him, somehow he had managed not to inform the clients of it: they even called his office the day before, and were told only that the guy was on vacation. They showed up not even knowing if they'd have representation, much less by who. And that's a problem- or at least it sometimes is in cases where lawyers hire inexperienced or unprepared "appearance counsel" just to save their own time and money. I didn't expect any payment anyway, but the guy is quite possibly going to have to give back his own fees on the case because he didn't bother to run my appearance by them in advance.
And then I went to get two teeth drilled- which in those closing moments I considered an improvement.
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Top left, lower right. Neither was particularly painful. The bottom one was an occasional twinge I began feeling, well, right after the last time I was at the dentist, but which coincided exactly with the arrival of my Cough From Hell that very day (which is still hanging around in a low-grade but still annoying way). I felt it most after a coughing jag, which seemed to be literally shaking the foundations. Then, last weekend, the other one started to be a minor bother. I hemmed and hawed, and finally decided to call in the morning of my first Rochester trip- and got an appointment right after court the next morning.
And,.... pretty much all better. Lower right seems to have just needed a bite adjustment, and top left had a small cavity that didn't even require numbing. Both were done in under an hour. It was also interesting because my dentist had a hygeniest/dental tech student shadowing him, and he spent much of the hour explaining to her exactly what he was doing and why. It was one of the best experiences I'd ever had there, because for me, who's been suffering bad teeth all my life, there's nothing you can do to me that ain't already been done. The hard part's not knowing what, why, and how long. By telling her, he was telling me, and that made it much easier to deal with. (That, and seeing that she was writing it all down in a notebook with a printed cover saying BITCH KNOWS HER SHIT.)
There's still a little sensitivity in both places, but just knowing it's not Major Procedures ahead that makes it a ton less worrisome than it was.
----
Ending with some random photography: I passed this in Genesee County on the way to the seminar Tuesday-
Dan Quayle lives! (And so does the kid he corrected;)
That baseball card showed up at work yesterday. It was a thank-you from one of the friends I invited to the Mets game on my pilgrimage last August, and was fitting, because Pete broke that team record at that very game.
And ending at Wegmans, where I seem to spend as much time as anywhere-
Only this store could get away with this: taking an unclaimed custom birthday cake, which somebody probably already paid at least a deposit on, and chopping it into “celebration slices“ at four dollars a pop without even taking the name of the original recipient off. It reminds me of an old All in the Family episode where Edith brought Archie a birthday cake that she got “on sale“ and didn’t care at all that it said “Happy Bar Mitzvah Irving.”
Well, how we gonna eat this? This is a Jewish cake, Edith. They give this to a kid before he gets circumscribed!
If that doesn't take your mind off any other pain you may have experienced during the week, I don't know what will.
And, you know, me.
Starting with said film: Birds of Prey, or Harley Quinn, or whatever they're calling it this week. It was pretty rollicking fun once we got in, but as with many things, the getting there was half the fun. I decided to be Thoroughly Modern and had the cinema tickets sent to my phone, and so you get there on time at 7:15 and click the first link you see and it says 4:20 and you say OH SHIT and then you see the date’s wrong too and, wait what? are they still even showing Rise of Skywalker and THEN you realize it’s you still have both that night's ticket link AND the mobile ticket link from two months ago-
-and you just scared the shit out of Eleanor for nothing.... #OKBoomer. (I've now deleted both of those links from my phone, so we don't go through this again the next time.)
That was last night, after being out for poetry two nights before and me being on the road for two days into almost evening before that. Tuesday was mainly for a seminar on a new form of corporate bankruptcy which I might be getting a chance to file soon. Wednesday had every reason to go smoothly, until it didn't: I had my own client scheduled for a hearing, which he (and I) showed up for on time, with him in the right place AND with his proper identification and all documents sent in ahead of time. I'd also been asked to do a favor for a fellow attorney who was on vacation this week: he saw my name on the calendar and asked if I'd cover. I told him, no problem, just provide this and that and the other thing (which he did) and make sure the clients showed up on time, with them in the right place AND with their proper identification and all documents sent in ahead of time (they did).
Problem was, the guy one case ahead of mine and his? A complete asshat. At best, he was dumb as grass; at worst, he deliberately submitted false information ahead of time that anyone with a brain or computer could have figured out. He got the hearing officer so pissed off that he spent the rest of the calendar looking for trouble, and he found it. With my guy, it was over an issue that usually is just between a debtor and his/her/its creditor, but he decided to take interest in it because "I'm required to report fraud." And ya know what? I think he found some- not by my client but rather on him. But it's a cluster of explanation that is going to take hours of (uncompensated) winnowing and clarifying.
The next people, my Good Deed of the Day, also didn't go unpunished. They couldn't complete their hearing because their lawyer didn't give me a paper copy of a form which the hearing officer had right in front of him on his computer, but either couldn't or wouldn't show them to verify it. It also turned out that, although their lawyer had made timely and acceptable arrangements with me to appear for him, somehow he had managed not to inform the clients of it: they even called his office the day before, and were told only that the guy was on vacation. They showed up not even knowing if they'd have representation, much less by who. And that's a problem- or at least it sometimes is in cases where lawyers hire inexperienced or unprepared "appearance counsel" just to save their own time and money. I didn't expect any payment anyway, but the guy is quite possibly going to have to give back his own fees on the case because he didn't bother to run my appearance by them in advance.
And then I went to get two teeth drilled- which in those closing moments I considered an improvement.
----
Top left, lower right. Neither was particularly painful. The bottom one was an occasional twinge I began feeling, well, right after the last time I was at the dentist, but which coincided exactly with the arrival of my Cough From Hell that very day (which is still hanging around in a low-grade but still annoying way). I felt it most after a coughing jag, which seemed to be literally shaking the foundations. Then, last weekend, the other one started to be a minor bother. I hemmed and hawed, and finally decided to call in the morning of my first Rochester trip- and got an appointment right after court the next morning.
And,.... pretty much all better. Lower right seems to have just needed a bite adjustment, and top left had a small cavity that didn't even require numbing. Both were done in under an hour. It was also interesting because my dentist had a hygeniest/dental tech student shadowing him, and he spent much of the hour explaining to her exactly what he was doing and why. It was one of the best experiences I'd ever had there, because for me, who's been suffering bad teeth all my life, there's nothing you can do to me that ain't already been done. The hard part's not knowing what, why, and how long. By telling her, he was telling me, and that made it much easier to deal with. (That, and seeing that she was writing it all down in a notebook with a printed cover saying BITCH KNOWS HER SHIT.)
There's still a little sensitivity in both places, but just knowing it's not Major Procedures ahead that makes it a ton less worrisome than it was.
----
Ending with some random photography: I passed this in Genesee County on the way to the seminar Tuesday-
Dan Quayle lives! (And so does the kid he corrected;)
That baseball card showed up at work yesterday. It was a thank-you from one of the friends I invited to the Mets game on my pilgrimage last August, and was fitting, because Pete broke that team record at that very game.
And ending at Wegmans, where I seem to spend as much time as anywhere-
Only this store could get away with this: taking an unclaimed custom birthday cake, which somebody probably already paid at least a deposit on, and chopping it into “celebration slices“ at four dollars a pop without even taking the name of the original recipient off. It reminds me of an old All in the Family episode where Edith brought Archie a birthday cake that she got “on sale“ and didn’t care at all that it said “Happy Bar Mitzvah Irving.”
Well, how we gonna eat this? This is a Jewish cake, Edith. They give this to a kid before he gets circumscribed!
If that doesn't take your mind off any other pain you may have experienced during the week, I don't know what will.