those kids were kung-fu making up
Jul. 13th, 2007 08:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janegodzillaWell, the case I've been working my butt off on for the past two weeks has settled at the eleventh hour -- jury selection was today, and trial was set to start on Monday. On one hand, this is a very good thing. The settlement was on our terms, as far as I know, and now I don't have to work this weekend or over my vacation like I was going to have to if this thing went to trial. So this is good. It's good!
On the other hand...the partners got the okay from our client to take me to court with them so I could manage all the documents and exhibits and Powerpoint slides and stuff. Our paralegals almost never get to go to court like that -- we don't need to, and as dorky as this sounds, I was really kinda looking forward to it. Now I don't get to go, and I'm a wee bit disappointed about that. More than I thought I would be.
Also, this always seems to happen -- we work incredibly hard on trial prep only to have the stupid thing settle a few days (or, occasionally, a few hours) before the trial/mediation/arbitration is set to start. :P Even though our work was essential and important and all that good stuff, it still makes the whole thing feel kind of futile.
Although...the lead attorney told me that one of the reasons he wanted me to get all of this stuff put together was so we could intimidate the opposing side with our SHEER AWESOMENESS, so...perhaps I wasn't so useless after all. *pretends!*
This is completely unrelated to everything else, but I had a nicely surreal experience on the drive in to work this morning. I was sitting at the corner, waiting for the light to change so I could turn onto First, and I happened to glance over to the bus stop there and saw...a man dressed in a Star Wars t-shirt, white jeans, and a skullcap (?!), doing what was either very enthusiastic tai-chi, or incredibly bad kung-fu. Or demented karate. I honestly don't know the difference, especially not with the way he was doing it. He was doing that thing where you jump and spin and do a side kick? And then he crouched and did something all fwooshy with his hands? And then karate chops? I...I don't even know. At the BUS STOP.
It was a very "if it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college" moment*. I have a lot of those in Portland.
Bus stop ninja wannabes. O...kay.
*Reference to a very funny stand-up bit by Lewis Black. Google it if you want the context.
On the other hand...the partners got the okay from our client to take me to court with them so I could manage all the documents and exhibits and Powerpoint slides and stuff. Our paralegals almost never get to go to court like that -- we don't need to, and as dorky as this sounds, I was really kinda looking forward to it. Now I don't get to go, and I'm a wee bit disappointed about that. More than I thought I would be.
Also, this always seems to happen -- we work incredibly hard on trial prep only to have the stupid thing settle a few days (or, occasionally, a few hours) before the trial/mediation/arbitration is set to start. :P Even though our work was essential and important and all that good stuff, it still makes the whole thing feel kind of futile.
Although...the lead attorney told me that one of the reasons he wanted me to get all of this stuff put together was so we could intimidate the opposing side with our SHEER AWESOMENESS, so...perhaps I wasn't so useless after all. *pretends!*
This is completely unrelated to everything else, but I had a nicely surreal experience on the drive in to work this morning. I was sitting at the corner, waiting for the light to change so I could turn onto First, and I happened to glance over to the bus stop there and saw...a man dressed in a Star Wars t-shirt, white jeans, and a skullcap (?!), doing what was either very enthusiastic tai-chi, or incredibly bad kung-fu. Or demented karate. I honestly don't know the difference, especially not with the way he was doing it. He was doing that thing where you jump and spin and do a side kick? And then he crouched and did something all fwooshy with his hands? And then karate chops? I...I don't even know. At the BUS STOP.
It was a very "if it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college" moment*. I have a lot of those in Portland.
Bus stop ninja wannabes. O...kay.
*Reference to a very funny stand-up bit by Lewis Black. Google it if you want the context.