I spend much of my time unscrewing things that were screwed by other attorneys. You can tell when I’ve had a particularly trying day because I’ll post some sort of get-your-heads-out-of-your-asses rant here.
Today is dedicated to a kindred spirit of mine, Paul Anka.
Many lawyers are led to believe they are perfect throughout life.
They did such a wonderful job in high school.
They did such a wonderful job in college.
They did such a wonderful job in law school.
They did such a wonderful job passing the bar.
They did such a wonderful job getting such a wonderful attorney job.
Too much wonderful gives the perception of infallibility. The perception is wrong. It’s merely a lullaby from which you must eventually awaken.
This week, I’m trying to help a kid who paid thousands of dollars to a lawyer. The service performed: sending a two-page letter to a military commander asking for relief. He didn’t even verify receipt of the letter. No phonecalls. No research. No citations. Just a two-page letter.
The letter was not wonderful.
This kid’s suffering is not wonderful.
“Don’t make a maniac out of me.”
“That’s just the fucking way it is.”