The almost tantrum: a tale of typical trial lawyer self control
It's a drizzly Sunday. Have popped into the office to work on a settlement letter. Nala is chewing on her antler. Am eating my favorite pastry from Macrina bakery - the orange pinwheel. Superb as usual.
Am working on the letter. But also engaging in typical bounce around behavior. Read incoming email from co-counsel on a different case. Defense attorney wants a continuance on a summary judgment motion. This is the fifth motion in a string of motions. Maybe it's the fourth. Or the sixth. Have lost count.
E: I assume everyone will agree to the continuance based on his past courtesies. Anyone disagree?
K3: Screw him regarding all of these MSJs. No.
K3: And if you want me to tell him so I’m happy to be the bad guy and tell him tomorrow.
E: I have no problem if that's our stance. But why risk our relationship. And he'll just run to court and get the continuance.
K3: I would like to risk my relationship with him and spare yours. I’ve never had a case where they have filed this many piecemeal MSJs all in a row like this. Screw them.
E: We have been late on some deadlines as well. I really don't think we should do this.
K3: (fingers in ears).
E: Okay, I told him. He's not happy with us and is pointing out our own deficiencies. Please let me know if you will reconsider.
K3: Okay. But when you tell him yes make sure he knows I'd like to scratch his eyes out.
... the next day
E: What was all that about.
K3: I was tired of being nice. I felt much better afterwards.
E: Well I told him we agreed to the continuance but also that you wanted to scratch his eyes out.