I have to go to court on a stupid discovery dispute where we are mostly wrong but the client (longtime and very good client) wants to fight, and doesn’t mind spending the money making life difficult for the other side. Man, the older I get, the fewer and fewer judges I see who I respect. Strangely, a guy who I hated when he was a lawyer and when he first became a judge is now the best judge in our county. Oops.
I would rather send someone else, but these people want me personally. They are a great business, have plenty of money, send me lots of work, and are very loyal. That is basicially the perfect client. So I get to drive an hour and a half past the middle of nowhere to the Eden of Porterville, CA. There is actually a nice, brand new courthouse there, but who really gives a shit?
I told a client yesterday not to even think about a trial on their case, as there is no justice or satisfaction to be had in court. That is a terrible thing to say. I have fought my whole career to maintain my idealism for the law, but it is a very difficult thing to do.
Grumble, grumble, grumble. Close the door on me today, Oppo, I'm no fun.