Archive for July, 2004

A Bit Of Randomness

Wednesday, July 7th, 2004

The friend on whose behalf I spent an entire day in a hospital called this morning. She’s getting sprung today and feeling tremendously better. We chatted for a while. In my usual fashion, I was multitasking, leafing through the classifieds in the local lawyer’s rag.

I spotted one that said “contract attorney needed in Employment law.” That could be any number of things, but since the contact information listed was a telephone number, once I was done talking to B. I dialed it. I found out from the secretary which firm I’d called (it’s a good one) and which of their attorneys had placed the ad. So ok, I left him voicemail. He called back, leaving voicemail in turn for me. Now, I have little use for games of tag, so I hunted up the firm website and e-mailed a resume and brief note to him.

Then I called back. I know an awful lot of middle aged lawyers who only check their e-mail if they’re expecting something so I wanted to give him a head’s up. That time he was in, so the secretary put me through. We chatted for about three minutes, and then he started asking me questions based on prior experience. He had pulled my resume off his e-mail, and I was being interviewed on the spot!

Some ways, that’s good. I didn’t have time to get nervous, and I didn’t have to get dressed up, although I admit I had never expected to be interviewed in a t-shirt and shorts. The downside was that he asked me some very specific questions that I couldn’t recall the answers to without looking, like the names of the assorted programs on my computer. I e-mailed those to him after the interview.

We’ll see what, if anything, comes of this. He said the hardest part is figuring out what to let go of, and I allowed as how sometimes it could take longer to get another attorney up to speed than to do the project yourself. Then I asked him if what he really needed was an attorney to call in emergency overload situations, or an associate to whom he could assign entire cases or aspects of cases.

I’m curious to see if he’ll ever actually contact me again. Either way, though, I learned something. I am capable of sounding professional when I’m not expecting the conversation. That’s reassuring.

Long Day

Tuesday, July 6th, 2004

I spent all day today sitting in the local county hospital. For reasons best known to hospital bureaucracy, no one could tell my friend when her test might be – until the nurse walked in at 3:00 p.m. and announced “it’s showtime!” So with no more warning than that, off she went to learn that she had one artery 90% blocked, and two others in only moderately better shape. The cardiologist did an angioplasty on the spot, and hopefully the woman will start feeling better soon. I knew she wasn’t at her best. What I didn’t know was just how bad it had gotten. I’m not used to seeing this extraordinarily energetic woman just lying quietly, doing nothing more strenuous than talking – and not complaining about the enforced inactivity.

She called me this morning to let me know that she wasn’t going off first thing, so I didn’t even try to get to the hospital before 10:00 a.m. For that I am glad. As it is, I didn’t get home until 9:00 p.m., and I only made two brief stops on my way. I did get some things done. I hemmed a couple of pairs of pants for another friend and did a lot of crocheting. But mostly we all just sat. I suppose I could technically have left after we had gotten her will and medical directive taken care of, but what sort of friend would I be if I did that?

I was very pleased by Joseph’s understanding this morning, though. As is usual, he did not want his mommy to leave. So I explained to him that this time I absolutely had to. Aunt B. was sick and in the hospital, I told him. He asked me, wide-eyed, if she was going to become dead. I told him I didn’t think so, but that Aunt B. was scared and had asked his mommy to come stay with her for a while. He considered that for a minute, then came over, hugged me, and told me I should go “Cause Aunt B. needs my mommy if she’s scared.” Have I mentioned before that I have a wonderful little boy?

One Thing Or Another

Monday, July 5th, 2004

In some measure, this is a test of the new blogging software. It took me a little to learn to use MT properly, and truthfully I never took the time to become terribly proficient. This looks a lot more interesting, so I’ll probably try to find the time to play with it a bit.

I went to the local con this weekend. I haven’t for years. They ticked us off thoroughly about 8 or 9 years ago, with a decision which has cost them somewhere between $650 and $740 dollars over the intervening years. I didn’t pay for it this year, either, but I did get comped in. They had over booked their music guests-of-honor beyond belief, and I offered to be the musicians’ personal gofer and runner. Easy enough; they are the friends we used to go to cons with, up until Joseph put a stop to our congoing. It’s not like I don’t know their habits, preferences, and inside jokes.

Sunday afternoon, toward the end of the con, I took Joseph. He wanted to meet my friend Deb’s puppy. On the one hand, I wish I’d had a camera for the play between young creatures that ensued. On the other hand, I would have been way too busy to use it. The puppy wanted to run, as did my son, but since the grass we were on was in the middle of a commercial complex, the four-footed baby (age 18 weeks) had to stay on leash. So I perforce ran with both of them. Then later, up in Deb’s room, I was busy showing Joseph how to interpret puppy body language. Hind end up, tail wagging, paws out and grinning, I told him, meant “play with me!” And then I proceeded to demonstrate with a game of pounce-paws. Joseph laughed at it, got in on it, and got his face licked. That bothered him not at all. He had a blast.

And so, really, did I. As is traditional for cons, I got too little sleep and tried to talk to too many people. As is also traditional, I am today feeling like I’ve been run over by a train. I had intended to indulge in nothing more cerebral than some promised sewing, but I shall not have that privilege. I got a phone call from a friend who was one of my first clients, telling me that she is in hospital and will have her heart cathaterization tomorrow. Would I accept responsibility for decision making and let her name me on her advance medical directive? I have said I would; it is not in me to refuse. Her closest living relative is a second cousin. Her mother died this past spring, and my friend never married. I’m also writing a will post-haste. She is frightened, and I’m worried. But my friend has told me, very specifically, what she wants. What she trusts me to do is abide by her expressed will. And I’ll do that if I have to. I just hope I don’t have to.