I'm not a bad attorney

I just sound like one. Actually, it's more ADHD than "bad attorney." But I had a little help from Tom this time, who also has ADHD, without the "H", which means he's a boring ADDer. He's not really boring, he's just not hyper like me. He can actually sit and think alone for about 45 minutes before he needs to do something. I can't sit alone for more than 30 seconds.

So, there's a lot of ADHD going on in my office. I like to write about it because I think it's funny, but sometimes it's not too funny, especially if something serious happens.

This morning I picked up my son from his dad's home. We arrived at the office at about 8:30. I was wearing raggy shorts, one of Tom's t-shirts, and my running shoes without socks, which I had already taken off when the phone rang.

Tom had forgotten to calendar a new client when she called on Friday to make an appointment for this morning at 9:00 a.m. At first, I thought maybe I had a little time to go sneak into one of my suits before she got there, since her appointment wasn't until 9:00 a.m. However, it turns out that she was on the corner of Washington and Broadway, looking for my office, which was also on Washington and Broadway. Too late. She saw my building as I was speaking to her. My hopes of getting into a suit were dashed as she said, "Oh, I see your building!"

It was too late to try to change. I opened the door to her knock and apologized for my attire. My son was also with me, still in his pajamas. She was one of the smart ones and managed to overlook my attire and, in fact, she retained me for her case 30 minutes later and we worked on it until noon.

I didn't beat Tom too badly. It was nice while it lasted, thinking that I had a whole day of just getting office work done and not meeting with any clients or going to court.