I think I remember saying that I was going to make more of an effort to share some current pictures of me on this blog, just to convince you guys that I exist and am not some middle-aged white man sitting in his mother’s basement in Butte, Montana, pretending to be a tiny, awkward, little brown girl defense attorney in Chicago (or the burbs thereof).
I think I remember saying that, but I can’t be too sure. I say a lot of things, you guys, and I often can’t keep track. Hell, sometimes, I don’t even pay attention to what I’m saying. I kind of tune in and out.
Anyway, yes. Today is Friday, and I’m at the office until about 3PM, when I’ll head into the city for some stuff. My plan today is to spend the whole day being married to our trial boxes for our federal trial which is very likely happening on July 29th. For a while there we weren’t sure if it was real or if it would get kicked until a date set by the trial judge in August. The July 29th trial is a fifth setting, meaning there are four other cases set for trial on THAT day, before our presiding trial judge. So if it were state court, we’d be pretty sure that this wasn’t going.
But it’s federal, and as most of you know, only 3% of all federal cases actually get to trial, or something ridiculously low like that. And rumor has it that four of the cases will be resolved by way of a plea before July 29 (we should actually find out for sure on Monday, according to local custom). As for the fifth setting, it’s a corruption case with voluminous discovery, and apparently the defense attorney just filed his or her appearance a few months ago and even though it’s set for trial, he or she will likely file a motion to continue trial. Again, we’ll know for sure on Monday.
But for now it looks like it’s 98% real.
Which means next week will be hell. But that’s part of the life, and I’m looking forward to it. I know almost everything about this file, and in the next two or three days I will fill in the remaining gaps in my memory so that from Monday to Friday, I can focus solely on trial prep. We’ll have witness lists by then and I’ll start plotting out my cross examinations, that sort of thing.
What was I even talking about?
Oh, yeah, I was supposed to post a picture of myself to prove that I exist. Because some of you that read this blog are Suspicious Aloysiuses.
Fine. Here is my face.
I snapped this in the parking lot as a response to a question about my everyday makeup routine. What I look like above is what I look like every day.
And I really like the blazer I’m wearing today. It’s a really warm coral, although it looks pink in the picture here. I got it for $20 at a steep markdown, at Francesca’s Collections, if anyone is interested (as I know a lot of you were, back when I was still doing my Business Casual Superstar stuff).
And then, because I recently installed Instagram on my phone again, I applied a filter.
The above is also my face.
Ugh, okay, now I’m just procrastinating.
I have lots more posts that I’ve been meaning to put up, but I don’t have time for that now. I’ll be back this coming week.