I had the wonderful pleasure of doing having FAT GODZILLA trail me every step of the way during a hearing the other day. DON BOY told FAT GODZILLA that she would have to be my second chair for a hearing the other day. Besides the obvious slap across my face, it was purportedly meant to give FAT GODZILLA the opportunity to learn how to do this type of hearing.
It is really hard. You go to the court. The judge asks some questions. You answer. That concludes the lessen. Why F.G. needed to go with me, I don't really know. I think they are scared that I am going to steal cases. Maybe they forget that this case happened to be one which I personally referred to the office. Oh well.
So we are in the car on the way in. She insisted upon driving the entire way, in her filthy, pack-rat filled car. I don't know why. So, the whole way in, she has us listen to her Native American music. Mind you, she's not Native American, she's just flaky. Of course I tell her it is the best thing since sliced bread, because that's what she wants to hear. She also wants to hear that she is a "better person" than her brother. So I lie, and tell her that too.
We go in to the hearing. The judge's clerk is mad. "Why are there two of you?" I explain that we are just both hear to answer any questions the court may have. He asks who will be first seat. I immediately jump in that I will be (God forbid she is the first chair). We all take our places, and the court is called into session. It was especially weird that the court held this hearing in open court. It is the type of hearing that is usually held in camera in the judges chambers.
I pray silently that my "co-counsel" keep her gaping hole shut. My prayers go un-answered. The judge calls us up for two side-bars. No big deal - except F.G. once again incorrectly opens her mouth. I smoothly correct her slip of the tongue, and we are on the way home. The judge reserves her decision, but we will later get the requested decision and order.
On the way home, F.G. decides to put the music back on. Okay. Then she proceeds to take the wrong way home (I don't correct her, because it is better to sit in her air-conditioned car then to sit in HELL). We go about 10 minutes out of our way when I finally suggest the right road - I don't want to get home late after all. She figures out how to go in the right direction, but does not find the right roadway, so we are in extra-heavy traffic. I suggest lightly once, politely a second time, and then forcefully a third time that we take the other road, you know, the one with the High occupancy vehicle lane.
The way home would have sucked, but I decided to use my time wisely. I decided to work on my own clients' cases. I did a lot of e-mails and texting, while sitting the whole tme side-by-side with F.G.
By the way, although I was the passenger, F.G. illegally texted and used her cell phone the entire trip home. Dangerous, Yes. Illegal, Yes. Stupid, well yes, she is F.G.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
BACK TO HELL
I was given about 3 days to mourn my loss without too much craziness. Then, by Thursday or Friday, I was back in HELL. Not only did I get back to HELL, but somehow it managed to become much, much hotter!
I was sitting in my office, minding my own business. In fact I was working on a Settlement Letter that was being prepared to be sent to an insurance company to try to get settlement negotiations started. Pretty typical day. Nothing out of the ordinary until...
FAT GODZILLA walks into my room, throws five pages of paper on my desk, and wants to know why I was looking up information on a gynecologist. My first instinct was to become defensive. Why the fuck do you care what I am looking at. Then it hit me. How did she know what I was looking at.
FAT GODZILLA was doing the dirty work for her brother, DON BOY. He was home and trying to catch me doing something wrong, he was remotely monitoring my computer activity. The fucking prick. I don't know what he thinks that I can do. He has a lock on the computers and super-restricted internet access. May I remind you that our office does not even have e-mail access.
So, what was I doing? I was looking at the online physician's profile (a site which we do have access to) of different doctors. Now I will admit that a few of the doctors were for personal use. But, it took me no more than 2 minutes to print out what I needed. I spent a good hour of the time looking up stuff for our clients, so theoretically, I was just taking a quick break. I don't smoke, so let's call that my smoking break. Whatever. In my opinion, I did nothing wrong.
That being said, to make matters worse, FAT GODZILLA did not know what he was doing, so she gave the proof to me. Of course I reamed her a new ass hole. Then I called DON BOY and did the same thing. He tried to cover it up with a lie, something about the server now printing out unexpected page printouts randomly. He even went as far as having THE WEASEL comee in to a meeting with her "pretend" printouts of her screen.
I know they are a bunch of liars. Of course, because he said that they were just random, he had no reason to even question me about them. But this all begs the question, what is he trying to accomplish. He has succeeded in pissing me off to the point of almost leaving. I am just exhausted with being treated like a child. I don't need to be babysat. No one in that office does, except for maybe FAT GODZILLA who can only sit on the phone with friends and order stuff from catalogs. Everyone else pretty much does their job. But, at a certain point, the last straw has to break. I believe my last straw did break. I am trying to temporarily tape it together just to keep the steady income. But I am irreversably cracked, and just waiting for it all to fall apart.
The funny part is that instead of printing out my work, all they had to do was ask, and I would have given a full explanation which they would have said was perfectly fine. Now, I don't trust them at all, and the little respect that I had for them, is now gone. I hope they are prepared for what comes next.
I was sitting in my office, minding my own business. In fact I was working on a Settlement Letter that was being prepared to be sent to an insurance company to try to get settlement negotiations started. Pretty typical day. Nothing out of the ordinary until...
FAT GODZILLA walks into my room, throws five pages of paper on my desk, and wants to know why I was looking up information on a gynecologist. My first instinct was to become defensive. Why the fuck do you care what I am looking at. Then it hit me. How did she know what I was looking at.
FAT GODZILLA was doing the dirty work for her brother, DON BOY. He was home and trying to catch me doing something wrong, he was remotely monitoring my computer activity. The fucking prick. I don't know what he thinks that I can do. He has a lock on the computers and super-restricted internet access. May I remind you that our office does not even have e-mail access.
So, what was I doing? I was looking at the online physician's profile (a site which we do have access to) of different doctors. Now I will admit that a few of the doctors were for personal use. But, it took me no more than 2 minutes to print out what I needed. I spent a good hour of the time looking up stuff for our clients, so theoretically, I was just taking a quick break. I don't smoke, so let's call that my smoking break. Whatever. In my opinion, I did nothing wrong.
That being said, to make matters worse, FAT GODZILLA did not know what he was doing, so she gave the proof to me. Of course I reamed her a new ass hole. Then I called DON BOY and did the same thing. He tried to cover it up with a lie, something about the server now printing out unexpected page printouts randomly. He even went as far as having THE WEASEL comee in to a meeting with her "pretend" printouts of her screen.
I know they are a bunch of liars. Of course, because he said that they were just random, he had no reason to even question me about them. But this all begs the question, what is he trying to accomplish. He has succeeded in pissing me off to the point of almost leaving. I am just exhausted with being treated like a child. I don't need to be babysat. No one in that office does, except for maybe FAT GODZILLA who can only sit on the phone with friends and order stuff from catalogs. Everyone else pretty much does their job. But, at a certain point, the last straw has to break. I believe my last straw did break. I am trying to temporarily tape it together just to keep the steady income. But I am irreversably cracked, and just waiting for it all to fall apart.
The funny part is that instead of printing out my work, all they had to do was ask, and I would have given a full explanation which they would have said was perfectly fine. Now, I don't trust them at all, and the little respect that I had for them, is now gone. I hope they are prepared for what comes next.
Monday, September 29, 2008
JOHN DOE, PERSONAL ENTRY
My name is John Doe, Esq. I am a personal injury attorney. I am a good attorney. Damn good, if I do say so myself.
Today was a day of loss for me, so I felt the need to write about it. Not a loss of a case, or a trial, but a personal, deep loss.
I don't want to get into the details of my loss, because I do pride my anonymity, and my privacy. But I have vowed to use my blog to help myself and help others.
Lawyers are human. I know it is hard to believe, because lawyers are always supposed to be there for other people. I am often the shoulder to cry on. But today, I needed a shoulder of my own.
Today was one of those days. My heart was ripped out. It was stomped on. Destroyed. The pain is so real, so intense. Unfortunately, this type of pain I have had to suffer before. In fact, before, the pain was much worse.
I have learned from my past experience. It has made me stronger. But I am allowed to suffer too.
I guess my point in writing this is to vent. This is to show a personal side of myself. To free myself of the burden of the pain. It won't free me completely. But, it is a start.
I am not speaking of lost love or lost time, but of lost potential. The potential for something important was lost today. When it comes down to it, potential is pretty much all we ever have.
We are all potentially something. We all have the potential to be good or evil, happy or sad, yin or yang. You don't know what your true potential is until that potential is gone.
But, I lost some potential today. The potential for greatness. Hoever, there is a good part about lost potential. It can be found again. But when it is lost, it is sometimes hard to find. I will find it again one day. But for now, I grieve this loss. I am allowed. I am a lawyer. I am human.
Today was a day of loss for me, so I felt the need to write about it. Not a loss of a case, or a trial, but a personal, deep loss.
I don't want to get into the details of my loss, because I do pride my anonymity, and my privacy. But I have vowed to use my blog to help myself and help others.
Lawyers are human. I know it is hard to believe, because lawyers are always supposed to be there for other people. I am often the shoulder to cry on. But today, I needed a shoulder of my own.
Today was one of those days. My heart was ripped out. It was stomped on. Destroyed. The pain is so real, so intense. Unfortunately, this type of pain I have had to suffer before. In fact, before, the pain was much worse.
I have learned from my past experience. It has made me stronger. But I am allowed to suffer too.
I guess my point in writing this is to vent. This is to show a personal side of myself. To free myself of the burden of the pain. It won't free me completely. But, it is a start.
I am not speaking of lost love or lost time, but of lost potential. The potential for something important was lost today. When it comes down to it, potential is pretty much all we ever have.
We are all potentially something. We all have the potential to be good or evil, happy or sad, yin or yang. You don't know what your true potential is until that potential is gone.
But, I lost some potential today. The potential for greatness. Hoever, there is a good part about lost potential. It can be found again. But when it is lost, it is sometimes hard to find. I will find it again one day. But for now, I grieve this loss. I am allowed. I am a lawyer. I am human.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
THE DAY OF REST (REALLY?!?)
For some of you, the weekend may be a time of rest and relaxation. A time to reorganize your thoughts and priorities, and to recharge your batteries. Maybe that is what I would do, if I only had a regular job.
Most of you in the practice of law understand that our field is a 24/7 operation.
Some attorneys in larger firms are forced to put in their 2500 hour minimum per year. Many work 70-80 hours per week (in a slow week). However, even for them, usually when they go home, their work is done.
I find that generally, attorneys will stay in the office to get the work done, and then they leave to be free from the shackles.
When you work in HELL, this is especially true. In fact, it is even more true, to an extent. We are only permitted to work between the hours of 9AM and 6:30PM. No exceptions. You are expected to fit 40 hours of work in in those times. This includes your lunch break. So really, there is no time to waste.
You might say that this is good. You know when you are expected to be in. You can't ever leave late. The problem is that client issues and your own work in the office are very difficult to finish in such a short time. I know it seems strange to be bitching about short work week hours, but it is the case.
Now, however, is where I will really start to bitch.
As a private practitioner (IN MY NON-HELL TIME), I have to do everything that I would normally do for HELL in the 40 hours, in my spare time. I have to do all my client intakes, file work, legal analyses, planning, drafting, motions, settlement letters, ordering specials, phone calls, and client interactions (to name just a few things), on my weeknights, and weekends. I do not do any work for my own practice while at HELL. I have a personal ethical code that will not allow me to do that (no matter how much I intend to make them suffer).
I knew that it would e tough going in to this. I expected all of this. But, it is damn harder then I ever thought.
So, today is Sunday. I am sitting on my laptop writing this blog. At the same time I am perusing multiple e-mails from clients. I am opening two new files (physically) for client intakes that I did at my own personal office on Tuesday night until about 9:30 pm. The only up-side is that clients love the evening hours and personal attention. Great for them. More of the same for me.
I am trying to find ways to cope. I don't drink alcohol. I don't do drugs. I find myself doing a lot more around the house (cooking, cleaning), just to get a break. My wife loves it, but I don't want her getting used to that idea either. Not that she doesn't do much more than me around the house than I do. But, please, I just don't have time to do much more than I already do.
I am feeling overwhelmed. I feel that no one else out there gets what it is like to open their own practice under these conditions. If any of you have any guidance, please comment or e-mail. I just am looking for some suggestions.
Otherwise, I may go postal.
Most of you in the practice of law understand that our field is a 24/7 operation.
Some attorneys in larger firms are forced to put in their 2500 hour minimum per year. Many work 70-80 hours per week (in a slow week). However, even for them, usually when they go home, their work is done.
I find that generally, attorneys will stay in the office to get the work done, and then they leave to be free from the shackles.
When you work in HELL, this is especially true. In fact, it is even more true, to an extent. We are only permitted to work between the hours of 9AM and 6:30PM. No exceptions. You are expected to fit 40 hours of work in in those times. This includes your lunch break. So really, there is no time to waste.
You might say that this is good. You know when you are expected to be in. You can't ever leave late. The problem is that client issues and your own work in the office are very difficult to finish in such a short time. I know it seems strange to be bitching about short work week hours, but it is the case.
Now, however, is where I will really start to bitch.
As a private practitioner (IN MY NON-HELL TIME), I have to do everything that I would normally do for HELL in the 40 hours, in my spare time. I have to do all my client intakes, file work, legal analyses, planning, drafting, motions, settlement letters, ordering specials, phone calls, and client interactions (to name just a few things), on my weeknights, and weekends. I do not do any work for my own practice while at HELL. I have a personal ethical code that will not allow me to do that (no matter how much I intend to make them suffer).
I knew that it would e tough going in to this. I expected all of this. But, it is damn harder then I ever thought.
So, today is Sunday. I am sitting on my laptop writing this blog. At the same time I am perusing multiple e-mails from clients. I am opening two new files (physically) for client intakes that I did at my own personal office on Tuesday night until about 9:30 pm. The only up-side is that clients love the evening hours and personal attention. Great for them. More of the same for me.
I am trying to find ways to cope. I don't drink alcohol. I don't do drugs. I find myself doing a lot more around the house (cooking, cleaning), just to get a break. My wife loves it, but I don't want her getting used to that idea either. Not that she doesn't do much more than me around the house than I do. But, please, I just don't have time to do much more than I already do.
I am feeling overwhelmed. I feel that no one else out there gets what it is like to open their own practice under these conditions. If any of you have any guidance, please comment or e-mail. I just am looking for some suggestions.
Otherwise, I may go postal.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
HOW DO YOU HIDE YOUR OWN PRACTICE FROM THE SNEAKY EYES IN HELL?
I guess it is not a question that gets asked a lot. But, it is a question (or a similar question anyway) that I have been asking more and more frequently recently.
I hate HELL. As we all know from my past posts, HELL is not a place for the weak-at-heart. But, with all the pain and agony, I find myself moving more and more towards my own practice.
I have been slowly working toward getting more and more clients on my own. I use nothing from HELL, I truly do it on my own. I am not going to get into too many details that might give me away, but I am definitely at the "tipping point". I can only take on so many more clients, before I just run out of time to handle them all. Now, this should be a good thing. But, I can't afford to give up my job at HELL. Not that the pay is that great, but, when you're on your on, your all alone. There is no weekly paycheck guarantee.
I am sure it is a problem many of my readers have had. Whether it is in the field of law, or any other profession or honorable job. I know that my sweetest revenge will ultimately be to leave them. (This is not to say that I am not still looking for ways to destroy them in the interim - 'cause I am.) But the question that is begged is... How do I know when I am truly ready to leave? Is there an exact money figure? Is it 6 months worth of salary? Or is it some event? I just can't stand being there another second.
I am searching for answers. In the meanwhile, I have to keep everything in perspective. To do that, I must keep my plans away from the wretched, sneaky eyes of THE WEASEL, and THE FAMILY. What to do? What to do? Advice anyone?
I hate HELL. As we all know from my past posts, HELL is not a place for the weak-at-heart. But, with all the pain and agony, I find myself moving more and more towards my own practice.
I have been slowly working toward getting more and more clients on my own. I use nothing from HELL, I truly do it on my own. I am not going to get into too many details that might give me away, but I am definitely at the "tipping point". I can only take on so many more clients, before I just run out of time to handle them all. Now, this should be a good thing. But, I can't afford to give up my job at HELL. Not that the pay is that great, but, when you're on your on, your all alone. There is no weekly paycheck guarantee.
I am sure it is a problem many of my readers have had. Whether it is in the field of law, or any other profession or honorable job. I know that my sweetest revenge will ultimately be to leave them. (This is not to say that I am not still looking for ways to destroy them in the interim - 'cause I am.) But the question that is begged is... How do I know when I am truly ready to leave? Is there an exact money figure? Is it 6 months worth of salary? Or is it some event? I just can't stand being there another second.
I am searching for answers. In the meanwhile, I have to keep everything in perspective. To do that, I must keep my plans away from the wretched, sneaky eyes of THE WEASEL, and THE FAMILY. What to do? What to do? Advice anyone?
Monday, September 15, 2008
I GUESS I'LL MISS TOMORROW TOO
The good part about getting docked is that I don't really care any longer about when I miss.
I have some important dates and events coming up that I was going to have to miss, because I am short on time. But, if the only thing they do is dock me pay, I might just take advantage of it.
I'm still waiting on ideas. I'll be out of the office tomorrow, so maybe I can think up some more of my own.
I have some important dates and events coming up that I was going to have to miss, because I am short on time. But, if the only thing they do is dock me pay, I might just take advantage of it.
I'm still waiting on ideas. I'll be out of the office tomorrow, so maybe I can think up some more of my own.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
DOCKED A DAY'S PAY - REVENGE
Many people believe that being an attorney is glamourous. I guess at times that may be true, but mostly it is just like any other job.
To prove my point, please note the following scenario.
I have had to use all of my sick days this year. Vacation time too. There has been a medical issue going on in my personal life. Nothing major, but something that is a little time consuming and unfortunately I have had to miss some time.
However, I am an attorney, and have been practicing for many years. I was under the assumption that if I had to miss more than my alloted time, I could either make it up by staying on other days, or simply that THE FAMILY would eat the time. After all, I do bring in more than my fair share of clients and I will always stay when needed.
I never realized how wrong I could be.
Today, I found out that since I am at my max, they are going to pro-rate my salary and dock me on a per day basis. Isn't that just great. I am not even a "day" worker and I am getting docked. Can you freakin' believe it?
I know this is not how it is in most other firms. In fact, I know most jobs don't do that, especially when it is for medical reasons. Worst of all, I can't believe that I let my expectations grow to the point that I would actually believe that THE FAMILY would do the right thing.
My first instance was to screw them. Show them the "who cares?" attitude. I would work from 9-5 and not a second more. I would never be early. Always take a lunch. Never leave late.
Unfortunately, I know that this really isn't too realistic. But, I just can't let them get away with it. I've been taken advantage of, and then when it is time for me to take a little back, I'm bitch-slapped. I just don't know what to do.
I think that I am going to formulate a plan. Since I am off for tomorrow (that pesky day off), I will have some time to let my thoughts wander. I have always wanted to do something big. Make it something that hits them hard and fast, and really hurts them. Especially DON BOY, the prick. But I also don't want them to know it's me. I want them to feel it, but slowly, like little amounts of arsenic put into your drink over time. You probably won't notice each one, but the cumulative effect might kill you.
Okay, so, I still like the idea of "screwing them", but I think it needs to be more subtle. Since my first thought was to bring in an uzi, maybe I should do the opposite - kill them with kindness. No, I just can't. The thought of being "fake" kind to them any longer is making my stomach flip over.
What about the idea of turning DON BOY and FAT GODZILLA against each other. If I do that, surely THE FAMILY will get caught up in the middle. Let's think about this for a second, and how this could play out.
If I go to DON BOY and tell him something that FAT GODZILLA is doing or saying, then he will immediately attack her. Today he attacked THE DOMINATRIX after he saw her talking to me. I told him a made-up story to throw him off our trail, and instead, he used my made-up story to attack her. What a dick!
So, maybe I need to hurt FAT GODZILLA first. The problem with FAT GODZILLA, is that due to the nature of her relationship with DON BOY and THE FAMILY, she is extremely sensitive to everything. If I told her that she was out of line, she might get mad for a second, and then break down and cry. I can only imagine what other attorney's do to her in negotiations. So, if I do go after her first, my idea has to be clever enough to get her to believe it, but also sly enough not to make her cry - at least at first.
Note: It may seem that FAT GODZILLA is more human than DON BOY, and that may be true, but she is just as much (if not more) to blame for the ridiculousness of HELL. DON BOY does it, but FAT GODZILLA let's it go on. Who is really abusing whom?
Alright, I made the decision to go forward with my strategy of "Divide and Conquer". I have also decided to go after FAT GODZILLA first. My methods must be sly and sinister. I must strike quickly, but quietly. I must hurt her, and put that hurt on DON BOY's head. I must try to convince FAT GODZILLA that DON BOY is going to come after her. It has to be something big. Maybe I can convince her that he is going to try to bring in an attorney to partner-up with DON DAD before DON DAD is gone. This way FAT GODZILLA will think she is being squeezed out.
I know that the one thing that she has been looking for is to get out of HELL. Although she is FAMILY, she is not well-loved (or even liked) by the rest of THE FAMILY. I honestly don't know why. Maybe because of DON BOY's disability - she was the child that was ignored. Whatever the case, this is a weakness of hers, one which I must exploit.
So we know what the weaknesses to be exploited are:
DON BOY - Temper, Narcisism
FAT GODZILLA - Inferiority complex, Sensitivity
I think I could do the same thing with DON BOY, as long as I adjust the scenario slightly. If I tell DON BOY that FAT GODZILLA is looking to squeeze him out, he may/may not believe it. But one thing that DON BOY has is a run-away imagination. If I tell him that FAT GODZILLA has been telling people that she wants to start making changes in the firm - start having all the lawyers handle general work as well as the personal injury, this might get his feathers up. If he feels threatened, he will try to do damage control. Remember, he's not a lawyer, so if he thinks she's really trying to muscle him out, he will panic. He is firmly in control now, but if I make it sound like she keeps telling me I should learn other areas (or for that matter some of the other attorneys), he might get scared that FAT GODZILLA wants him out of the way. That's what I need, I need for him to think that she wants him out of the way. If he believes that, he will need to attack her. Then the walls will start to crumble.
So, I have the basics of my plan. I told you I would start one. Well today is day one. I am taking suggestions and advice. Please feel free to comment because I want this to be as successful as possible.
To prove my point, please note the following scenario.
I have had to use all of my sick days this year. Vacation time too. There has been a medical issue going on in my personal life. Nothing major, but something that is a little time consuming and unfortunately I have had to miss some time.
However, I am an attorney, and have been practicing for many years. I was under the assumption that if I had to miss more than my alloted time, I could either make it up by staying on other days, or simply that THE FAMILY would eat the time. After all, I do bring in more than my fair share of clients and I will always stay when needed.
I never realized how wrong I could be.
Today, I found out that since I am at my max, they are going to pro-rate my salary and dock me on a per day basis. Isn't that just great. I am not even a "day" worker and I am getting docked. Can you freakin' believe it?
I know this is not how it is in most other firms. In fact, I know most jobs don't do that, especially when it is for medical reasons. Worst of all, I can't believe that I let my expectations grow to the point that I would actually believe that THE FAMILY would do the right thing.
My first instance was to screw them. Show them the "who cares?" attitude. I would work from 9-5 and not a second more. I would never be early. Always take a lunch. Never leave late.
Unfortunately, I know that this really isn't too realistic. But, I just can't let them get away with it. I've been taken advantage of, and then when it is time for me to take a little back, I'm bitch-slapped. I just don't know what to do.
I think that I am going to formulate a plan. Since I am off for tomorrow (that pesky day off), I will have some time to let my thoughts wander. I have always wanted to do something big. Make it something that hits them hard and fast, and really hurts them. Especially DON BOY, the prick. But I also don't want them to know it's me. I want them to feel it, but slowly, like little amounts of arsenic put into your drink over time. You probably won't notice each one, but the cumulative effect might kill you.
Okay, so, I still like the idea of "screwing them", but I think it needs to be more subtle. Since my first thought was to bring in an uzi, maybe I should do the opposite - kill them with kindness. No, I just can't. The thought of being "fake" kind to them any longer is making my stomach flip over.
What about the idea of turning DON BOY and FAT GODZILLA against each other. If I do that, surely THE FAMILY will get caught up in the middle. Let's think about this for a second, and how this could play out.
If I go to DON BOY and tell him something that FAT GODZILLA is doing or saying, then he will immediately attack her. Today he attacked THE DOMINATRIX after he saw her talking to me. I told him a made-up story to throw him off our trail, and instead, he used my made-up story to attack her. What a dick!
So, maybe I need to hurt FAT GODZILLA first. The problem with FAT GODZILLA, is that due to the nature of her relationship with DON BOY and THE FAMILY, she is extremely sensitive to everything. If I told her that she was out of line, she might get mad for a second, and then break down and cry. I can only imagine what other attorney's do to her in negotiations. So, if I do go after her first, my idea has to be clever enough to get her to believe it, but also sly enough not to make her cry - at least at first.
Note: It may seem that FAT GODZILLA is more human than DON BOY, and that may be true, but she is just as much (if not more) to blame for the ridiculousness of HELL. DON BOY does it, but FAT GODZILLA let's it go on. Who is really abusing whom?
Alright, I made the decision to go forward with my strategy of "Divide and Conquer". I have also decided to go after FAT GODZILLA first. My methods must be sly and sinister. I must strike quickly, but quietly. I must hurt her, and put that hurt on DON BOY's head. I must try to convince FAT GODZILLA that DON BOY is going to come after her. It has to be something big. Maybe I can convince her that he is going to try to bring in an attorney to partner-up with DON DAD before DON DAD is gone. This way FAT GODZILLA will think she is being squeezed out.
I know that the one thing that she has been looking for is to get out of HELL. Although she is FAMILY, she is not well-loved (or even liked) by the rest of THE FAMILY. I honestly don't know why. Maybe because of DON BOY's disability - she was the child that was ignored. Whatever the case, this is a weakness of hers, one which I must exploit.
So we know what the weaknesses to be exploited are:
DON BOY - Temper, Narcisism
FAT GODZILLA - Inferiority complex, Sensitivity
I think I could do the same thing with DON BOY, as long as I adjust the scenario slightly. If I tell DON BOY that FAT GODZILLA is looking to squeeze him out, he may/may not believe it. But one thing that DON BOY has is a run-away imagination. If I tell him that FAT GODZILLA has been telling people that she wants to start making changes in the firm - start having all the lawyers handle general work as well as the personal injury, this might get his feathers up. If he feels threatened, he will try to do damage control. Remember, he's not a lawyer, so if he thinks she's really trying to muscle him out, he will panic. He is firmly in control now, but if I make it sound like she keeps telling me I should learn other areas (or for that matter some of the other attorneys), he might get scared that FAT GODZILLA wants him out of the way. That's what I need, I need for him to think that she wants him out of the way. If he believes that, he will need to attack her. Then the walls will start to crumble.
So, I have the basics of my plan. I told you I would start one. Well today is day one. I am taking suggestions and advice. Please feel free to comment because I want this to be as successful as possible.
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