Another day, another dollar.  Work is still insane, clients still cry, others don't listen.  Occasionally they listen, and then life is grand.  I have one client who crys and trys to get me to do things, and always says "God Bless Katrina" in the middle of her conversations.  I think she says it to try to get me to feel bad about not doing stuff for her.  It is like a bizarre reverse psychology thing.  It will not work, as I have no heart for clients anymore.  Yes, I want to help them, and yes, I do my best to win as much as I can for them, but I am rapidly becoming desensitized to the emotions that go with the cases.  "There's no crying in divorce law!" I shout, knowing there is, but being frustrated by people who cry and won't help themselves.  Grrr.... as we sometimes like to say, the law would be much if we didn't have clients to screw it up.

On a different note, thanks to my wonderful friend Claire, I got to spend the evening hanging out with the Dems at an invite only party.  And, since I was helping a bit as a staffer, I got to meet people.  Like Brian McNight, Alec Baldwin, Steve Busheme (I have no idea how to spell his name), Eliot Spitzer, a bunch of senators and congressmen, and, best of all, I got to shake hands and talk briefly with Rev. Al Sharpton.  Yes, I know I am ridiculous, but frankly, when would I normally have this chance?  :-)