Today, I was part of a very profound RW lesson: if you're going to screw up, don't be the biggest screw-up in the room.
I was in probate court today, and I noticed the Judge was a tad...miffed...from the moment my client and I walked in. One attorney was late, but we started without her, on time. She arrived about 5 minutes after the hearing started. Throughout it, he looked like Chief Inspector Charles LaRousse Dreyfus- Inspector Clouseau's boss in Peter Sellers' Pink Panther movies- right down to an eye-twitch.
My client got what he needed, then the Judge asked him to leave the room while he talked to the lawyers.
Me, he chewed out because I had some incorrect signature blocks- where there should have been spaces for his name and county, etc., I had put in spaces for another county's notary public- an affront to a man who is proud of his position, county and city. It was as if I didn't care, as far as he was concerned. OOPS! I apologized, with much respect.
Then he turned to the other attorney, the one who had been late. "Does he set the docket?" pointing at me, then to her, "Do you set the docket? Or do I set the docket?"
...and instead of saying "You do, sir." or "Your clerk does, sir.", she started "Well, you see I..." and was cut off with
"Whoa! This is a softball question!" and some more interplay occurred before he turned, looking at me "You can go now..."
As I reached the door, she revealed that she had been in the courthouse that morning and confirmed that we were still scheduled...and was still late.
THEN he blew his stack.
Me? I was sooooooooooooooooooo out of there.
And as we leave the courthouse, my client turns to me and asked "WTF?!?! I heard him start on y'all...and that was a THICK door!"
All in all, a stressful day- but my client got what we went into court for, and whatever butt I lost today will grow back.