Monday, February 25, 2008

Fairwell my soul, I hardly knew thee

It seems that I'm liking personal injury a lot more than I thought I would be. Prospective clients sob stories make my heart ache:

"There was ice and I slipped and I broke every bone in my body and I have no insurance"
[What I want to say: I'm sorry to hear that, but you are shit out of luck] "Sir, what I'm going to take your information down and refer you to my supervising partner for further consultation"
There is always a quick hangup option:
"I fell down and broke my leg"
How did this happen?
"I was trying to get away from the police"
But at the end of the day, as I am about to call it a night, I realize that I've spent the entire day giddy about wrongful death.