Apparently, some brilliant shyster filed a civil rights petition in federal court with such inconsequential words as “plaintiff” and “United States” misspelled. The Philadelphia judge, who was described as being “irate,” cut the legal fees by over $150,000.
You might call this story “pathetic” or “disappointing,” but I call it “inspiring.” If this fool can make $26,000 even after having his fees slashed for failing “hooked on phonics,” there’s hope for the litigious rodent after all.
Incidentally, the conversation I was dreading last week went great! Having rehearsed my initial sentence several times in my head (a la Jo Galloway in “A Few Good Men“), when I walked into the office, shut the door behind me, and plopped down into the empty chair, I just blurted out, “I want to start my own law firm in April.” Then I waited.
As it turns out, my candor and early warning was appreciated (several friends advised against this, as our annual bonuses come out in early March, so I could’ve screwed myself royally by giving advance notice like I did, but I did it anyway). In fact, he said he’d keep my leaving quiet until he was sure about the exact date on which bonuses will be paid out, so that he can ensure a new attorney is not brought in until I’ve received mine. Lesson learned: honesty can be a good thing, even for a damned lawyer.
I nearly shat myself when I found out what my logo, web design, and business cards would cost. Today, however, the designer emailed me with a new quote that was 1/3 the previous one, writing that “I really want to help you make this dream of yours a reality.”
Tomorrow, I meet with a prominent “business development and strategic planning” consultant who only works with lawyers. Luckily, the initial consultation is free, as he “ain’t cheap” (per an attorney I met with Friday night who made nearly $1M last year).