As many of you know I work in a law office. I’m a “fake” paralegal. Fake because I was hired as a legal secretary and then was promoted internally to being a paralegal, but I do not have a degree. I’m just decent at what I do. A large portion of my job is coordinating people and briefing. I basically manage the cases I’m assigned, make sure we follow the FEderal Rules and the Local Rules of each court, and make sure the work gets done and that we don’t miss any deadlines, as well as some more complex actual law type stuff.
Right now we are in a major briefing crunch and trial prep crunch. We have 3 appellate briefs due in the next 4 weeks. We are also prepping for what at this time is to be a 4-week trial. But the main focus is the briefs. On one of the briefs I am coordinating between three attorneys. Three attorneys that really don’t get along with one another. Its kind of like corralling kindergartners on the playground. Trying desperately for each one to be forgiving of the other’s weaknesses and faults and just get the job done. The hard part is that this is when I need knitting the most, and this is when I have the last amount of time for knitting.
Plus then I’m fielding questions from other attorneys on the other briefing being done.
Attorney “Where is the record on appeal?”
Me “Well since its all electronic filing, its basically the docket sheet.”
” No its not, its the record. See here’s this number. ”
“Yes, that is the docket number of the pleading in the District Court, which is from the docket sheet.”
“Well that is stupid, no one knows what that means.”
“Um, I knew what it was.”
My evil dog, Django, is going to have to come and protect me, or otherwise I may need one of my other attorneys to defend me in a criminal proceeding.