WEEKEND MESSENGER

Many of my faithful readers know that while being forced into voluntary servitude in HELL, I am also in the process of trying to open my own private practice.

I am a juggler of many balls, all in the air at the same time. This proves to be difficult from time to time, simply because there are just not enough hours in the day to do everything that needs to be done. Oh, and unfortunately that includes rest, sleep, releaxation, and the occasional "fun". Well, this morning I had to hire a messenger to pick up some of the slack.

You see, I am taking over a case for two clients that are dissatissfied with the way their former attorney was handling matters. In doing so, I need to pick up the file from the former attorney. The problem is, I am a one-man show. It would not look very professional for me to go in and pick up the file by myself on a Saturday. Hence, the messenger. Since I cannot afford to pay for one, my wife, JANE DOE, became the messenger. JANE thought this was hysterical. She got all dressed up in proper business attire, full make-up, hair and all. The full nine-yards.

She got the file for me (of course I was in the car waiting). Things went very smoothly. But, as always, I am going to have to hit her up for more favors. I know she will be benefitting too from my getting out on my own, but I still feel bad that I have to bother her. It's funny, because in my life, there are not many people or many things that make me "feel" anything. But JANE does. I guess the reason for this super-strange weekend post is to let people know that it is okay to rely on others (sometimes). Especially if you have a JANE DOE.