I start another contract position next week, this time in regular old D.C. so I can take the train/metro and maybe get some reading done on the way in and out of work. I could use the money, especially since husband and I signed a contract on a teeny weeny house in the Hamilton neighborhood of b-more. It’s got a nice yard, but needs a shitload of work. Work that we obviously cannot afford to do until I get an honest to god paycheck every week sort of job.
The weather here has been amazing. It was 82 degrees on Wednesday, or was it Tuesday? Yesterday it was 75, but I’d exhausted myself from being up and about the day before that I spent all day yesterday on the couch. I can’t seem to shake this disease, the cough has not gotten much better and all I’m eating is a cup of chicken soup a day. I’ve lost weight and feel dizzy and lightheaded, not good for working my way through the maze of mortgages and title companies.
In other news, my client’s family is unhappy with me. Go figure. There are some people who will always be unhappy no matter what you do. Forget about the fact that I flew to Albany, rented a car, reviewed all of the evidence, subpoenaed witnesses, and showed the client’s brother the video that would have been played for the jury, all of that means nothing. They are upset that he plead guilty. He plead AFTER speaking to his brother. AFTER knowing all of the facts and what the evidence was. This may be my first run-in with the committee on professional standards and I’m a bit nervous. However, when I really think about it I think, what could their complaint possibly be? I did more than what was called for, considering the fact that he was originally charged in a 16 count indictment that could have vetted him 45 years in state prison.
No good deed goes unpunished, that’s for sure.
In still other news I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Anyone have any ideas?
