Why I'll Never Quit My Job: The Things I Find

Boss #5 of 7 was out of the office this week on family business, so I covered his hearings. On Thursday, I was already on my 3rd hearing of the day at 8:30 am. Frazzled and rushed, I introduced myself to Boss 5's client and explained that I'd be covering his preliminary hearing. I shook his hand, explained what would happen at the hearing, and tried to be as impressive as my 8:30 a.m. self could be.

As we stood outside the courtroom, I felt as though I'd won his confidence, even though he'd hired Boss 5, an attorney with 15 years of criminal defense experience, and not me. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing," was the unspoken message that I'd conveyed.

We entered the courtroom, sat down at the defense table, and I opened his file.

Yep. That's a sock. Boss 5 likes to take his files home to work on them. He also has a 4-year old daughter.

Again...just to confirm: There was a sock. In a criminal defense file.

Things only went downhill from there.