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one of the lawyers in my firm picked up a client from asia on a fraud case. i don't exactly know details but it's a guy who had defrauded a whole bunch of companies and he lives here part time. at one point, no less than four of our lawyers (including the Ninja) were at this crazy woman's beck and call. somehow, i got dragged into it and i billed about five hours of work just yesterday alone trying to get documents prepared for service on this guy and for a court hearing to apply for an injunction. in her e-mails, she says that everyone has lost sleep over this matter because they are afraid the defendant's "goons" will come after them. rumour has it, a relative of someone related to this file was kidnapped and tortured yesterday in hong kong. the joke in the office, at least among the small group of people that have had to deal with this matter, is that one of us is next. BabyMan said to me, "don't be surprised if you're walking down the street tomorrow and get hauled into a van and beaten up." geez, i thought it was dangerous working in criminal law!

the upside? the group of us (the lawyers and paralegals that are working on the file) are doing lunch next week and charging it to the file.

Mon's 23 year old boyfriend of two years stealthily moved out of their apartment while she was at work. and here we thought he was so mature. this happened two weeks ago and she already has a date. my hero! she and A are going to join us for a girls' night out with a bunch of women from the firm - dinner at Sammy J's (not my first choice or even my last choice) and then an evening at the casino (not my first choice or my last choice). but i figure the three of us can go trolling. i haven't done that in so long. it's hard to troll with married women.

our Receptionist and Jax instructed me to wear something low-cut and wear big earrings and lipstick. i responded, "so you want me to whore it up, basically?" i understand that they care about me and want to "find me someone" but i think it will be an embarassing night tomorrow! plus, they don't seem to get what my "type" is and then get mad at me if i say no because he's short, balding and closer to my dad's age than mine. honestly, am i wrong to have standards???