all in a duty lawyer's day in court
30 Sep 09 - Wednesday - 5:55 p.m.
I was leaving the office at about 9:30am when one of my colleagues accosted me and told me that she had a file for this morning (?!?!?!) which she didn’t give to me yesterday. Her excuse? “My secretary is not in today.” Yes, but she was in yesterday and I have closed shop and am not accepting any more files for this morning. Please, she begged. I took the file in the end, then when I got into a taxi headed for Court, I received an sms from said colleague informing me that oops, the file is actually for Friday and not today.
*Roll eyes*
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I hate it when people tell me, “Oh I don’t remember what letter you are talking about. I sign so many letters everyday.”
Are you trying to tell me that you are so habitually rude that you can’t remember which rude letter I am talking about?
In any event, I also sign a lot of letters everyday. It comes with the job. But then I make it a point to remember my files and what’s going on with each of them. It’s called doing your job well, which it appears to me that you clearly don’t believe in.
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I got tired waiting for Court for this gentleman for some file and called his office.
His staff told me, “We have been instructed by him to ask you to call him on his mobile if you call.”
Is he in Court, I asked.
Silence.
And then the repeated message, “He told us to tell you to call him.”
WTF.
So I called him. Twice. And he didn’t pick up either call. It took him another hour before he showed up. So it seems that he had another matter in another Court.
And it would really kill him to have left a message with my office to tell me he’d be late right? Or ask his staff to tell me that he’d be late instead of telling them to tell me to call him when he was clearly not in a position to pick up calls since he has another hearing?
His expensive education obviously does not come with a module on graciousness, or practicality. I am not even going to suggest commonsense because I have since figured that those are actually contextual based and highly subjective.
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Someone who met me for the first time said, “Oh!! I imagined you to be much younger!!” Yes, deep shit, and you look to me to be about 40 years old until you told me that you were The Mare’s classmate [The Mare being 3 years my junior].
Then someone who can’t for the life of him remember my name in all of my years of knowing him said, “Were you pregnant recently? That would explain why you had suddenly ballooned.”
So I was called old and fat in the same afternoon.