Monday, February 01, 2010

I’ve got a case of the Mondays

I got handed a client file at 8:45 this morning and was told that I was heading to a deposition at 3 this afternoon.

The love child of the spirit of Knute Rocke and 2006-era State Senator Barack Obama filled my partner’s body and as he gave the most inspiring pep talk ever uttered in the history of mankind: “It doesn’t really matter what he says. Just go.”

Since receiving the file, it has accomplished a lot: (1) collected dust, (2) act as a manilla colored paper weight and (3) be my lunch’s place mat on my desk.

This could be a disaster. Or the greatest deposition ever. Or an early nap.