disclaimer: this post preceded by drinking
Okay, does anyone actually ENJOY taking a client out for dinner and drinks? Really? I’ve met salesmen, and they’re usually fat happy men with gin blossom noses. I guess they like their lives. Lawyers, though, don’t so much enjoy the “client relationship building” aspect of their practice. In fact, it sorta sucks. It’s like dating without the possibility of pootinanny. I mean, I guess I could’ve tried for pootinanny from a woman with smoke-yellowed teeth and about 30lbs of “extra goodness,” but why the hell would I want to?
And then there’s the conversatoin. Can there be more contrived conversation starters than that which is said while waiting on a blackened swordfish with a person you only talk to after they’ve been sued? Yes, you can make fun of the plaintiffs you’re fighting, but that only lasts for so long (1-2 hrs max). Even worse was that I wanted to have about 4 more Makers and waters, but I figured out after the first 3 that I’d rather have them alone at home than at a nice restaurant with a client. So here I am. Back to the bourbon. Fuck you, forced evening, I’m in my world now. And here I’ll stay til morning.
At least I can have a glass of funny blog posts.
Or enjoy Christmas in July with a special gift.