Artful had me over to watch the Bull’s game and to drink scotch. And then watch the Hawks game and drink more scotch. Then we talked as men do with a cigar in hand (and drank more scotch). Then today came...
Sleep deprivation, a hangover and a craving for Mexican food has been a common theme as this day has progressed. Toss in an emergency crash course in estate law along with a never ending client call and you’ve got yourself my morning in a nutshell.
In order to survive the remainder of the workday, I’ve come up with a few things I have to do:
- Stop swearing in front of the clients' kids.
- Cease referring to one client as "the bastard that has the nerve to try and die on me" [Circling the drain, though, is still perfectly acceptable]
- Play more peekaboo with the aforementioned clients kids.
- Stop telling the soon to be graduating law students in the office that its not too late for them to drop out.
- Bill my nap.
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