where everybody knows your name
I actually had work to do today. I feel so accomplished. In the morning, I watched court in Motley's courtroom. For some reason, I enjoy it more there. Maybe because he's very dramatic at times. Some of my attorneys had cases in there. Even though it sounds juvenile, I like sitting in the courtroom with the other women, wearing my DC government ID. It makes me feel like I'm actually an attorney, like, if I wanted, I could stand up and argue a case. Except that I don't think it would work. I think there's some type of rule against non-bar members passing as lawyers. After watching court for a while, I went upstairs to the Intake Center and did a little filing. Then I decided to go across the street to the office, because I knew that I'd probably have work to do on the Intervention case I've been working on.
I ate lunch there while checking my email and surfing for Christmas presents. Then I did some faxing, made some calls, went back to the courthouse to file something in Probate court. I'm amazed at how much of my job is "investigative." When I say "investigative" I really mean things like, calling a phone company and trying to find someone who can come testify at trial about cell phone technology. Or calling an electric company and trying to elicit a name to whom I should address the subpoena for records. Fun things like this comprise a lot of my work on actual cases.
On a random note, people in DC are not necessarily courteous. Two times today, I was leaving my apartment and walking to the elevator down the hall. Two times, there was another person waiting for an elevator who saw me, obviously intending to go somewhere and walking toward the elevator. Two times, the elevator arrived, the people stepped in, and the doors closed when I was at least 10 feet away. I don't understand it. When I hold doors open, sometimes people are surprised that I would do such a thing. Maybe it's that big-city mentality, where people feel it's every man for himself. In that respect, I miss the small town feel of home, like the Cheers theme song.
I ate lunch there while checking my email and surfing for Christmas presents. Then I did some faxing, made some calls, went back to the courthouse to file something in Probate court. I'm amazed at how much of my job is "investigative." When I say "investigative" I really mean things like, calling a phone company and trying to find someone who can come testify at trial about cell phone technology. Or calling an electric company and trying to elicit a name to whom I should address the subpoena for records. Fun things like this comprise a lot of my work on actual cases.
On a random note, people in DC are not necessarily courteous. Two times today, I was leaving my apartment and walking to the elevator down the hall. Two times, there was another person waiting for an elevator who saw me, obviously intending to go somewhere and walking toward the elevator. Two times, the elevator arrived, the people stepped in, and the doors closed when I was at least 10 feet away. I don't understand it. When I hold doors open, sometimes people are surprised that I would do such a thing. Maybe it's that big-city mentality, where people feel it's every man for himself. In that respect, I miss the small town feel of home, like the Cheers theme song.
posted by Kat @ 20:42
1 Comments:
At 2:57 PM,
On More Serious Matters said…
I don't think that it's necessarily a "big city" thing, because I don't really encounter that much discourtesy in Chicago when I'm mucking about downtown. To be truthful, in my experience, it's really an East Coast thing. I felt the same way about Bostonians. But that's coming from my single perspective.
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