Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Morning conversations

Genius is spelled: G-E-N-U-S
Paralegal: Do you ever get the automated message that says “I’m sorry, you haven’t dialed enough digits, please try again”?
Me: Yes.
Paralegal: What does that mean?
Me: It means, shockingly, you haven’t dialed enough digits.

It’s not me, it's you
Partner: Look at this signature [Points to a fax]: MBA, JD, AIC, SCLA and so on and so forth…we get it already, you spent a lot of time in school.
Me: I don’t write anything after my name. I have no need to scream “I’m a lawyer, look at me!”
Partner: He must be looking for some validation in his career.
Me: Maybe that’s why he always sounds like he hates his job.

Further proof that nothing good happens after 4am
Law Clerk: I’ve been sick for two and a half weeks now. Namby, if you keep mocking me, I am going to give this to you.
Me: You are sick because you keep hooking up with lots of strange.
Law Clerk: Or it’s because I booze too much.
Me: You booze, then you hook up with the strange.
Law Clerk: Oh yeah.
Me: It’s a vicious cycle.