I thought the boss had dictated all afternoon yesterday, but when he downloaded this morning, there’s only 24 seconds on the recorder. Not good.
By 9:00, had answered too many phone calls to count. About half either didn’t say anything or hung up; a couple were from the boss; several wrong numbers; a fax; a lady who thought she couldn’t find our office but ended up being in the parking lot; and the rest were random crazy people.
9:10 - email “hit an electrical glitch.”
9:20 - I’m in the copy room when I hear the front door open, so I go to the front to see who it is. A man has come in the lobby, proceeded through the door into the office, and is now wandering around, heading to Autumn’s desk. He tells Autumn, “I’m lost, I’m looking for [name].” She gives him her best “deer in the headlights” look, and I’m behind him not knowing what to do, afraid to say anything that might startle him, and thinking he’s in the wrong office. “---and Zach. My wife had an appointment here.” I show him to Zach’s office, and me and Autumn share our “what the hecks” and bust into laughter.
9:25 - I finish my coffee.
Wow, it’s lunchtime and I’ve actually got a little work done.
11:50 - Autumn is leaving for lunch, backing up in the parking lot, looks in rearview mirror - sees a bald man in a “wife-beater” shirt carrying a bag. In her words, “he looked like a serial killer! ... I think he went to the neighbor’s house.”
Called court clerk to confirm court date.
- Clerk: “That case is to be dismissed on payment of cost, which he hasn’t paid yet.”
- Me: “So is it set for review?”
- Clerk: “No, that case is not set. The other cases [names off several drug charges, etc.] are set for review on [date].”
- Me: “So, this case we represent him on, he still owes money, but it’s not set any time for review?”
- Clerk: “Yes. It’s set on [same date].”
Immediately following that call, the same client (the one I just confirmed a court date for) calls and makes an appointment for us to help with a custody case. Custody...of children?
2:00 - Since we have heard no gunshots and have seen no other sign of the guy from the parking lot, we assume the neighbors are still alive. “Unless he used a silencer. ... or maybe he used a knife.”
And there’s always that one phone call -
- "Hi, I’m the lady that called earlier."
- "Um, ok."
- "Are you not the person I talked to?
- "Nope." (Standard answer, because even if I did talk to her earlier, I’ve probably talked to a dozen more since then and still won’t remember what she called about.)
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