Friday, June 29, 2018

I work most Saturdays.



This is very common for attorneys who do litigation. As a rule, we work at least 5.5 days a week, or 6.  When approaching trials, we work 7.

Indeed, one of the oddest experiences most trial lawyers have is somebody calling you on Friday afternoon and give you the old "well. . . it's 3:00 so you must be ready to knock off. . . ".

No, I'm not.  It isn't the weekend for me.

Sunday is my weekend.  If I'm lucky.

Anyhow, on the odd occasion I take a Saturday off, or even get close it, the home conversation is "What are you planning on doing this weekend?", which is followed by as a comment; "oh, well I thought we'd do x, y and z in the yard".

Usually followed by a claim that we discussed this.

Nope.  We didn't.

I hate yard work.  I like farm work, but yards are a big boring waste of time in my view.  My wife views things differently.  I like to have a yard, but I could care less about having the niftiest grass or any such nonsense, in my view.  I want the yard to look kept, and not messy, but that's about the extent of it. My wife, on the other hand, is one of those people who are constantly improving the yard. 

Which has caused me over the years to dread summer a bit. Spend Saturday in the yard?


Oh well, there's always the reward of a nicely kept yard. Right?

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