SIGHHH.
Today has been one giant ball of suck.
I was suddenly informed that there's a mitigation plea tomorrow, and that the bundle was to be done by the end of the day. This was around 3 p.m.
In the midst of that, I had to make repeated phone calls to a doctor who never picked up his phone or was never in the office, and when he finally picked up his phone, I had the pleasure of being snapped at by him for not knowing a certain procedure that apparently all the law firms know, which procedure the client had apparently already informed my boss. I wasn't at the meeting when that happened and I was told to call the doctor and ask him that question for which I got snapped at, so yeah, at the end of the day, I resort to my motto-of-choice (as well as Mag's) when it comes to work: Too Bad.
After I made that call, I had to make more calls to find out where the hell to send the letter to.
By the time that was done, I had to write another letter to a law firm for another matter.
By the time that was done, it was mad rush to finish the bundle ASAP so that my secretary didn't have to stay too late. I had to proof-read the mitigation plea, which took even longer because the intern whom I told to do certain things did not do those certain things. In the end I had to do it myself, AND had to print out a case that the intern inserted. Even if she isn't local, I'd think it's common sense that, when you're printing out all the cases that are mentioned in the plea, you should similarly print out the one that you just inserted.
And then there was the issue with the case citations. I have no idea if this rule applies to sub courts cases but in any event, it annoyed me plenty to see neutral citations when there are obviously SLR citations, which is the preferred format. Of course, no one told the previous intern who did the draft about this; neither did I, because I was barely involved in this case. I had to resist the urge to micro-manage everything and just let some things go, especially when the cases have already been printed out and prepared.
Bah, this job sucks plenty. I intended to draft the opening statement for the matter that's going to trial in August today but was side-tracked by all these nonsense. I only got started on drafting it at like 7-something. I gave up at 10 and came home.
I work until 10 once in a while and already I want to die. It's not even past midnight. I don't know how people do it on a regular basis.
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I have the song that goes "We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it. We're not gonna take it anymore!" stuck in my head. It was played in an episode of Chuck that I watched yesterday.
It feels oddly appropriate for how I feel now.
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Edit: I HAD THE WEIRDEST DREAM LAST NIGHT. I dreamt that I arranged to watch Inception with someone other than my boyfriend, then arranged to watch some other movie with Wei Chuen after Inception. I was late for Inception, and when I went in it was already the middle of the movie. It was damn weird - it was some period drama with horror elements (maybe even vampires) and I didn't understand what was going on at all. Halfway through Wei Chuen appeared and asked, "How come you didn't wait for me to watch Inception?"
Either I'm really dying to watch Inception, or...I'm really dying to watch Inception.
NO COMMENTS ABOUT THE FILM PLEASE! I don't want to be spoiled. I'm watching it this Saturday!
I hope my high expectations of the film - it being a Christopher Nolan creation, highly-rated by everyone, and currently #3 on imdb.com's top 250 list - doesn't spoil it for me.
I was suddenly informed that there's a mitigation plea tomorrow, and that the bundle was to be done by the end of the day. This was around 3 p.m.
In the midst of that, I had to make repeated phone calls to a doctor who never picked up his phone or was never in the office, and when he finally picked up his phone, I had the pleasure of being snapped at by him for not knowing a certain procedure that apparently all the law firms know, which procedure the client had apparently already informed my boss. I wasn't at the meeting when that happened and I was told to call the doctor and ask him that question for which I got snapped at, so yeah, at the end of the day, I resort to my motto-of-choice (as well as Mag's) when it comes to work: Too Bad.
After I made that call, I had to make more calls to find out where the hell to send the letter to.
By the time that was done, I had to write another letter to a law firm for another matter.
By the time that was done, it was mad rush to finish the bundle ASAP so that my secretary didn't have to stay too late. I had to proof-read the mitigation plea, which took even longer because the intern whom I told to do certain things did not do those certain things. In the end I had to do it myself, AND had to print out a case that the intern inserted. Even if she isn't local, I'd think it's common sense that, when you're printing out all the cases that are mentioned in the plea, you should similarly print out the one that you just inserted.
And then there was the issue with the case citations. I have no idea if this rule applies to sub courts cases but in any event, it annoyed me plenty to see neutral citations when there are obviously SLR citations, which is the preferred format. Of course, no one told the previous intern who did the draft about this; neither did I, because I was barely involved in this case. I had to resist the urge to micro-manage everything and just let some things go, especially when the cases have already been printed out and prepared.
Bah, this job sucks plenty. I intended to draft the opening statement for the matter that's going to trial in August today but was side-tracked by all these nonsense. I only got started on drafting it at like 7-something. I gave up at 10 and came home.
I work until 10 once in a while and already I want to die. It's not even past midnight. I don't know how people do it on a regular basis.
*
I have the song that goes "We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it. We're not gonna take it anymore!" stuck in my head. It was played in an episode of Chuck that I watched yesterday.
It feels oddly appropriate for how I feel now.
*
Edit: I HAD THE WEIRDEST DREAM LAST NIGHT. I dreamt that I arranged to watch Inception with someone other than my boyfriend, then arranged to watch some other movie with Wei Chuen after Inception. I was late for Inception, and when I went in it was already the middle of the movie. It was damn weird - it was some period drama with horror elements (maybe even vampires) and I didn't understand what was going on at all. Halfway through Wei Chuen appeared and asked, "How come you didn't wait for me to watch Inception?"
Either I'm really dying to watch Inception, or...I'm really dying to watch Inception.
NO COMMENTS ABOUT THE FILM PLEASE! I don't want to be spoiled. I'm watching it this Saturday!
I hope my high expectations of the film - it being a Christopher Nolan creation, highly-rated by everyone, and currently #3 on imdb.com's top 250 list - doesn't spoil it for me.