Monday, February 02, 2009

What I wanted to say was some form of "Are you fucking kidding me" and "Your Honor"

I lost my quest for an extension of time. My client got defaulted. I almost swore at the judge. One of the attorneys that listened to the protracted argument (15 minutes on a simple continuance motion) told me I should appeal.

I think the contempt citation would have been worth it. Until the deputy slammed the cuffs on me ['yes, counselor, you are going to a pound me in the ass county lockup'].

I hate court in the middle of nowhere. I hate Mondays.