Friday, June 30, 2006

Sun in the Pacific Northwest

In response to my email saying I have no attention span which I sent to my friend Erica today she stated this: "You could blog how distracted you are on a sunny Friday in Seattle. Or, you could get the BEP going or PCD and pretend to be a gangsta lawyer for a while. ha ha" The funny thing is that is exactly what I did. So now I have Pussy Cat Dolls blasting from my computer, one of the partners just called and asked if he could join my party because he is bored and wants to be in the sun (Good little buddy Karl. This job wouldn't be the same without him.) and I am counting the hours until I can safely make my get away without showing just how distracted I truly am. How do you go from 5 1/2 days of vacation in the sun to sitting in an office at a desk getting an "office tan" and expect that you will really be productive? Yesterday was a good day, getting caught up and waking up the muscle I use more than any other during a regular workday, my brain, but then with a BBQ last night with some of my favorite people in the world and the high supposed to hit about 85 with little humidity today I have decided this work business is highly overrated. Erin and I always try to find "silver linings" when possible however, and today IS payday. That aspect is not overrated.

So last night I went over to my friend Adrienne's house for a BBQ. There were about 13 of us there. I always get so excited when I am around the group of people who were there. Sometimes I think I get a bit obnoxious. It is amazing to me how when it is the right group of people it is so easy to just sit around and shoot the proverbial shit. I mean looking back on the conversation, we talked about nothing for about four hours. It was so fun though. I can't get enough of that sort of thing. I told a friend of mine who lives out of state the other day that lately I feel like I have been blessed with a wonderful group of people to love. That is the best place to be. I wish a BBQ in the sun could happen everyday. This grown up stuff is for the birds. Stupid office tan.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Why I love baseball

Last night Jeremy Reed was up to bat in the 8th inning with the bases (sacks for those of you in the know) loaded and an 8-5 lead when the announcer said - "he could put this one in the freezer with a base hit anywhere". Where else do you find such great material? (Unless of course you are listening in on a conversation between Erin and I and then you just end up scared.) I am going to try to work that one into everyday usage. I'll let you know how it goes.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Death to all Cynicism

I discovered in my crazy busy day today that the profession of being a lawyer can really sneak up behind you and change you before you realize it has happened. I spoke this afternoon with an attorney who is opposing me in a case that will likely go to trial before the end of the year, unless it can be avoided which we are working for. He was the nicest guy, actually I think the first attorney I have spoken to lately that has treated me with respect, hasn't tried to hide the ball and was forthright with me about what exactly was going on from his point of view with the case. I hung up the phone from him and found myself furiously wracking my brain trying to figure out his angle. What was he trying to accomplish by telling me those things and what was I supposed to read between the lines? Mind you, I tend to be the type of attorney who doesn't hide the ball and who plays the kill them with kindness game. I suddenly had to give myself a reality check. Maybe this guy practices law like I do. Maybe he is honest and straightforward and wants to come to an amicable conclusion as well. Maybe I need to give people the consideration that I hope they give me. Maybe I need to learn to not allow my adversarial profession change me but instead work to change my adversarial profession.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Undercover

Have you ever thought you were invisible behind your sunglasses and then figured out the hard way you weren't?