Wheee....
Flying on the fumes from old files and too much information stuffed in my head at once. Do you remember the days of cramming for tests when you would sit down the night before the test and learn the whole quarter worth of information in one night? Great for passing tests but you always went into the test the next morning feeling saturated with information, as though your head was much more dense than it had been the day before. That's why taking the test was always wonderful, because it was a chance to disgorge all the excess information back onto paper and then, when you came out, you were all light and free again.
So document productions are exactly like that. You go down there and they put you in this little conference room with boxes full of paper everywhere and like the girl in Rumplestilzkin you're supposed to read it all and absorb from the mass only the information relevant to the case. And then, a little after five they kick you out and you stumble out of there with all that potential evidence stuffed into your head and you feel exactly the same way you used to after staying up all night learning a quarter's worth of sociology. Except it's only been 8 hours and you swear you slept last night. Some 85% of document productions actually end with everyone, sometimes from both sides of the case, in a bar somewhere drinking, just to get rid of the overstuffed feeling.
But here I am back at the office because I've been a bad girl and have yet to submit the syllabus for the seminar I'm supposed to be teaching in February. But come on, it's in February! I didn't prepare syllabi for the last two seminars I taught. What ever happened to teaching ad lib? I think it adds a lot more spice to the process - just get up in front of 100 people and make shit up for 45 minutes. ::sigh:: Mean seminar organizers, making me prepare in advance. I never prepare in advance. Extemporaneous existance, that me.
So document productions are exactly like that. You go down there and they put you in this little conference room with boxes full of paper everywhere and like the girl in Rumplestilzkin you're supposed to read it all and absorb from the mass only the information relevant to the case. And then, a little after five they kick you out and you stumble out of there with all that potential evidence stuffed into your head and you feel exactly the same way you used to after staying up all night learning a quarter's worth of sociology. Except it's only been 8 hours and you swear you slept last night. Some 85% of document productions actually end with everyone, sometimes from both sides of the case, in a bar somewhere drinking, just to get rid of the overstuffed feeling.
But here I am back at the office because I've been a bad girl and have yet to submit the syllabus for the seminar I'm supposed to be teaching in February. But come on, it's in February! I didn't prepare syllabi for the last two seminars I taught. What ever happened to teaching ad lib? I think it adds a lot more spice to the process - just get up in front of 100 people and make shit up for 45 minutes. ::sigh:: Mean seminar organizers, making me prepare in advance. I never prepare in advance. Extemporaneous existance, that me.