The Overworked Lawyer

I recently read a post from The Bitchy Waiter that inspired me to write this. Please enjoy this, and any future I might decide to write, post from The Overworked Lawyer.

Jeez, I don't even know why I write in this damn blog anymore. I am far too busy most days to even think about it, let alone set aside the time each day (yeah right) to think about my day and type it all down. However, I suppose a little release is needed every so often with how much stress I deal with daily. I'm not sure how the BFL's (big famous lawyers) do it. Well, granted, they do have plenty of people beneath them who can take care of most of the work. I mean, I highly doubt most of them even take a look at any but the biggest cases that pass through their office. Ah well. I suppose someone needs to take care of the people who can't afford to pay top dollar (unfortunately).

I just finished up a civil case today between a husband and wife. The wife divorced her good-for-nothing nothing husband four years ago for infidelity. It took her ten years before she finally got the courage to seek out a divorce lawyer. The bastard had been sleeping around since before they even got married with different women from his work and his past. For ten years she acted like she didn't know a damn thing and let him do it. I swear, had I been her, his family jewels would be sitting in a jar on my mantel right now. But that is neither here nor there. She was suing him for harassment and pain and suffering. Apparently he had been calling her every night for months (though I suspect it went on a lot longer than that) and telling her that he was way more happier single than he ever was with her. He told her frequently that the women he bangs on a regular basis are far better in bed than she ever was. Now, again, had I been her, and had I, for whatever reason, not taken his balls on earlier occasions, I would have done so when those phone calls started. Anyways, she ended up winning ten thousand dollars, which I'm very surprised at. I mean, I expected her to maybe win five thousand, and that's if the judge was sympathetic. However, she, by some amazing circumstances, got Judge Marlesque, the strange woman that she is. Apparently, she was far more than sympathetic, and that makes me wonder what went on in her past.

Anyways. I didn't make Mrs. Push-Over pay me. I mean, for one, she didn't really need a lawyer. I mean, all I did was tell her exactly what to tell the judge and how to act. I probably should have charged her something for the consultation, but I didn't have the heart. I mean, I may be a bitch and one helluva shark in the court room, but I'm still a woman and the story kind of got to me. It makes me glad that I don't have time for romance. The occasional hook up I can fit in, but a relationship takes up far more time than I have.

Anyways, I really do need to get back to work. I have three case files sitting on my desk that, even though they don't have eyes, are managing to glare at me. I've got a serial rapist I'm defending (yay. . . .), a man accused of kidnapping his two year old daughter from her mother (double yay. . . ), and an arsonist. I'll try to fit in the time to post at a later date. Until then, try to survive without my scathing comments (since I know this post only contained a couple).

Sincerely,
The Overworked Lawyer

P.S. Comments are welcome. What would you have done to the cheating husband?