Hey! G. Spinach took a three-week hiatus from blogging to a) get married, b) quit his job, c) open a new law firm, and d) move his new bride across town into the house. Very exciting times, but rather demanding, so there really hasn't been too much blog-time til now.
First, the job stuff:
You've heard about Partner C controlling an ever-increasing quantity of Spinach-time. Well,
along about mid-June, G. Spinach confronted Partner A with his decision to leave the firm, and Partner A decided to defect with him, causing a little bit of a stir. Not understanding the whole story, but having heard something was afoot, Partners B, C, & D kicked Partner A out the door, and then offered G. Spinach a bonus to go along with his job, possibly supplanting Partner A after the big, bad Partner C had squeezed him dry.
G. Spinach declined, pledged his allegiance to Partner A, and sauntered out the door of the firm where he'd been enslaved since being a 2L, seven long years ago. So now we have A & Spinach, PC, a fledgling little enterprise doing everything it can to notify clients and contacts of its newfound existence. Kinda crazy, but it works. We've got an office, a phone line, a set of email boxes, and a healthy dose of chutzpah!
Then, the marriage stuff:
In the middle of all the career moves, G. Spinach tied the knot. The bride was stunning, the ceremony short and to the point, and the food plentiful and delicious. A good time for all, though the ringbearer, age 3, stole the show with his dance moves. I'd post a picture, but the photographer is being a little slow about getting the shots onto a disc and into the mail. Maybe soon.
Okay, those are the highlights...I'll try to get more up soon when the whirlwind around me settles down to a nice relaxing breeze.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Not your typical Tuesday
G. Spinach had two workdays on Tuesday...
yep, on top of 1.6 hours revising an insurance brokerage agreement and begging to get off the phone to spend time on more exciting things, there were 6.1 hours preparing for and attending a three-ring circus hearing where opposing counsel tried to claim he represented the pro se parties in the case, kept trying to claim the role of Petitioner (though that was my client), and had a very odd line of questioning about how my client came to be referred to me (by a non-T&E type lawyer). I can't wait to get the transcript of this one, and annotate it with the judge's body language, which varied from "talk to the hand" to "face-in-hands pucker-up."
The end result was the right one, which is that neither of us lawyers was successful in getting our client appointed as administrator of the dead guy's estate. I'd told Client on the day Client gave me a retainer that this was the likliest outcome, and it will turn out best for the estate...and Client...in the end.
Then after 2 hours of traffic, I made it back to the office about 8pm at the frantic mandate of Partner C to spend 6.2 hours filing a big ugly bankruptcy petition and a set of first-day motions...seems that Partner C can no longer carry the interest of the board of directors of his client, and decided to pull the trigger before the schedules were ready. Time of petition filing: 1:10am. Time I got home: 2:38am.
Very tired.....but there's hope. Exciting news awaits release; it's just too soon.
yep, on top of 1.6 hours revising an insurance brokerage agreement and begging to get off the phone to spend time on more exciting things, there were 6.1 hours preparing for and attending a three-ring circus hearing where opposing counsel tried to claim he represented the pro se parties in the case, kept trying to claim the role of Petitioner (though that was my client), and had a very odd line of questioning about how my client came to be referred to me (by a non-T&E type lawyer). I can't wait to get the transcript of this one, and annotate it with the judge's body language, which varied from "talk to the hand" to "face-in-hands pucker-up."
The end result was the right one, which is that neither of us lawyers was successful in getting our client appointed as administrator of the dead guy's estate. I'd told Client on the day Client gave me a retainer that this was the likliest outcome, and it will turn out best for the estate...and Client...in the end.
Then after 2 hours of traffic, I made it back to the office about 8pm at the frantic mandate of Partner C to spend 6.2 hours filing a big ugly bankruptcy petition and a set of first-day motions...seems that Partner C can no longer carry the interest of the board of directors of his client, and decided to pull the trigger before the schedules were ready. Time of petition filing: 1:10am. Time I got home: 2:38am.
Very tired.....but there's hope. Exciting news awaits release; it's just too soon.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Blog Neglect
Thank you to the anonymous commentator who reminded me that people do occasionally drop by the site to see what's going on in Spinachland.
More than leaves me time to blog about, I'm afraid.
My fiancee and I are tidying up the last loose ends before our wedding just twelve short days away. All the things that we bought for the ceremony and reception are packed in nice, neat, labelled boxes, and are sitting in a corner of the living room, carefully distinct from the piles and piles of wedding gifts that have been building up in the past few weeks. Had we known that so many packing peanuts would be serving their short lives in transit to our house, we probably wouldn't have registered anywhere.
And the honeymoon is all planned out, and I'm pretty excited about that, but la mia fidanzata doesn't know where we're going, which makes it all the better. I hope we have some extra exposures on the table cameras to use up...there will be lots to see.
So priority one is breathing, priority two is the wedding, and the rest is work...Partner C is gathering steam for another large case, and he'll have quite a problem on his hands when I depart for a week and a half. Sucks to be him, but I won't be carrying my cell phone.
Anyhow, I may not have the chance to check in again until after July 10th, so be patient, and send happy vibes.
More than leaves me time to blog about, I'm afraid.
My fiancee and I are tidying up the last loose ends before our wedding just twelve short days away. All the things that we bought for the ceremony and reception are packed in nice, neat, labelled boxes, and are sitting in a corner of the living room, carefully distinct from the piles and piles of wedding gifts that have been building up in the past few weeks. Had we known that so many packing peanuts would be serving their short lives in transit to our house, we probably wouldn't have registered anywhere.
And the honeymoon is all planned out, and I'm pretty excited about that, but la mia fidanzata doesn't know where we're going, which makes it all the better. I hope we have some extra exposures on the table cameras to use up...there will be lots to see.
So priority one is breathing, priority two is the wedding, and the rest is work...Partner C is gathering steam for another large case, and he'll have quite a problem on his hands when I depart for a week and a half. Sucks to be him, but I won't be carrying my cell phone.
Anyhow, I may not have the chance to check in again until after July 10th, so be patient, and send happy vibes.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
189 hours of May
Ah, the start of a new month.
Somehow refreshing, but not at all relaxing.
I stayed a bit late (9:46pm) to tally my May hours, get them entered, and prepare a game plan for the coming weeks. 189 hours...189 x 12 = 2268. Now I've heard tell of associates billing 2200 hours a year, but I'm pretty sure they're making six figures...I am not. So much for the small-firm lifestyle...
So, here's a little self-pep-post...
I'm hanging in there. The wedding is rapidly approaching (31 days away), and those plans are falling into place. Sure, there are always little things that are left to do, like pick out our song list from the band's repertoire, and hammer out the amount of desired swag with the florist, but we've got things pretty well under control.
I keep hearing (from those who know) that change is in the wind...I'll come home one day to find that the shelves in the refrigerator have been adjusted so that the tortilla shelf holds yogurt.
So I'm gonna learn to like yogurt...pre-mixed if necessary. It'll be okay.
Many people in the world have worries a lot bigger than mine.
I have a home, a career, and a family. I've just got to keep my head above water.
So that's what's new. Thanks to all (especially Baby Lawyer) for checking in, despite my sporadic postings.
More to come soon.
Somehow refreshing, but not at all relaxing.
I stayed a bit late (9:46pm) to tally my May hours, get them entered, and prepare a game plan for the coming weeks. 189 hours...189 x 12 = 2268. Now I've heard tell of associates billing 2200 hours a year, but I'm pretty sure they're making six figures...I am not. So much for the small-firm lifestyle...
So, here's a little self-pep-post...
I'm hanging in there. The wedding is rapidly approaching (31 days away), and those plans are falling into place. Sure, there are always little things that are left to do, like pick out our song list from the band's repertoire, and hammer out the amount of desired swag with the florist, but we've got things pretty well under control.
I keep hearing (from those who know) that change is in the wind...I'll come home one day to find that the shelves in the refrigerator have been adjusted so that the tortilla shelf holds yogurt.
So I'm gonna learn to like yogurt...pre-mixed if necessary. It'll be okay.
Many people in the world have worries a lot bigger than mine.
I have a home, a career, and a family. I've just got to keep my head above water.
So that's what's new. Thanks to all (especially Baby Lawyer) for checking in, despite my sporadic postings.
More to come soon.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Yowza!
The party never stops...40 hours of billable and 12 client dev tags in 4 straight days makes for a doggone fatigued G. Spinach...and one who can't sleep.
Partner C thinks he's gonna get me to file a Chapter 11 commercial bankruptcy petition. Partner D has me locked into about four multi-million real estate deals. I'm supposed to work for Partner A, who's given up trying to ask how I am. And Partner B?? Oblivious.
The up-side...I'm headed West to visit Pop Spinach and push Granddad's estate ball up the hill just a little further. 'Til then, I'm gettin' by on peanut-buttered english muffins and applesauce. Comfort food.
Sisyphus Spinach.
Partner C thinks he's gonna get me to file a Chapter 11 commercial bankruptcy petition. Partner D has me locked into about four multi-million real estate deals. I'm supposed to work for Partner A, who's given up trying to ask how I am. And Partner B?? Oblivious.
The up-side...I'm headed West to visit Pop Spinach and push Granddad's estate ball up the hill just a little further. 'Til then, I'm gettin' by on peanut-buttered english muffins and applesauce. Comfort food.
Sisyphus Spinach.
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