I still have a trial coming up in just over a week, when I will face off against the man I believe to be the worst attorney in California (WAIC). Although I lost my initial gripping fear of trial several years ago, I still usually get anxious as a trial date approaches. Not this time. I'm looking forward to this trial like a kid looks forward to Christmas.
We had our last discovery hearing this week. I had filed two motions to compel against the WAIC and his client. He only opposed one of them. He didn't think he had to oppose the other one, because I had sent it to him by fax. He hadn't bothered to read the order that said I had to send the motions to him "by fax or personal service."
He also botched the filing and service of the one opposition that he did file. The judge was kind, however, and read and considered his opposition on the morning of the hearing, despite my protests concerning the lack of proper service. "After reading the opposition, I saw nothing to change my tentative ruling," the judge said, "so the service issue is moot." She was right. The opposition looked like it had been written by a schizophrenic on acid. The WAIC's client could have recruited any well-read, literate, homeless person off the street, and he would have done just as capable a job.
In the end, the judge gave me exactly what I was asking for, including $1,000 in sanction money. Although I am a big fan of the great big cash settlement, I liked the sanction money, too. In fact, dollar for dollar, sanction money tastes twice as sweet. I'm looking forward to the sugar.
I'm successful because I'm lucky. The harder I work, the luckier I get.
Real Programmers don't play tennis, or any other sport that requires
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spring up in the middle of the machine room.
Posted by: Boz | December 10, 2004 at 03:42
"This is turning into one very sexy struggle for the human race."
-Zapp Brannigan
Remember folks. Street lights timed for 35 mph are also timed for 70 mph.
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Posted by: Lady | December 10, 2004 at 01:35
Cranky Greg is happy when pitiful atty's get smacked by the judge. In Cranky's experience, it doesn't happen often enough. On disco issues, if you're gonna have to give it up, give it up. Don't make the other side file a motion to compel. Pick your battles. That's what Cranky does. Cranky hates disco disputes because most of them are frivolous. Way to go Lex Icon!!
Posted by: Cranky Greg | July 17, 2004 at 21:09
Woo-Hoo! Go you! I love to hear when good things happen to good people! Kick him in the shins next week and make it a doubly hard kick just for me.
Posted by: Retro Girl | July 17, 2004 at 11:17