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There are somethings that we really try to mix together but they really don’t want to mix. Like oil and vinegar.
And then, there are somethings that love to mix…and try as we might, we have trouble keeping them apart. Like fertile little bunny rabbits.
Lately, y’all…my personal and professional life have been mixing the heck up like fertile bunnies trying to prevent any kind of bunny extinction.
Not cool, y’all. Not cool at all.
For reals, yo.
We’ll start with yesterday morning.
I had a first date Sunday. It was nice. Moving on. Yesterday was Monday, and every Monday we all have to be over at the courthouse for morning and afternoon sessions. Usually I come in, drop my stuff in the attorney room and go plop down at the defense table in the courtroom. I’ll say hi to everybody there–because we work in the same court everyday, you know all the prosecutors, the clerks, the court reporters, the bailliffs, etc. etc. really well. You are friendly with them. You may even socialize with some of them outside the court room.
So I’m cutting up with an investigator from the prosecutor’s office like normal, wasting time until the Judge comes on the bench. And I’m scanning the court room at the same time to see how many defendants we have there for arraignment…I’m noticing how full the court room is when I make eye contact with this cute guy standing at the back of the court room. And he smiles at me. And he’s so cute. And then the wheels start churning in my little brain. And…
WTF. That is my date. In my court room. For an arraignment. WTF.
By the time I realize this, the judge has come on the bench and starts giving his opening remarks, so I can’t get up and leave. So I just sit there, turning bright red with embarassment. And as soon as the judge finishes, I jump out of my chair and sprint for the attorney room door.
Seriously folks. W.T.F.
The rest of the day progresses as normal and I’m all happy to get off work and go do a hard workout in the pool. Unfortunately, after work, the pool is filled with swim team kids except for two lap swim lanes. I spend a few minutes trying to get the attention of the guys in the less full lane to jump in. But no luck. So I go to the other lane and join them. I jump in and start swimming.
As I finish my warm up, I stop at the wall, where another guy in the lane is stopped. And he smiles at me. And is cute. And looks so familiar. I could swear that he is someone from law school. But I can’t tell, so I go start my main set. I’m swimming and it bugs me. I know that I know this guy. And again the wheels start churning in my little brain. And…
WTF. That is a client of mine. In the pool with me. In a speedo. WTF.
I like boxes y’all. I compartmentalize. And professional life. Stay there. In my professional life. And personal life, stay there. In my personal life.
All I can say is, weirdest. day. ever.
A public defender super heroine by day, I am a cupcake baker extraordinaire by night. And come weekend, I am an IronPerson. I deal with an NPR addiction daily and I dream of one day having Carl Kasell on my answering machine. I strive to be the best fur-mommy I can be, and when I have time, I'm learning to be a grownup.