Barristers, Solicitors and Zombies

I’m tired of trying to figure out if a telephone call was a “point 1” or a “point 2,” and whether confirming an appointment, or advice given over lunch is recordable. I’m tired of trying to figure out how to bill the $8,000 my competitors are charging for an agreement that, due to my own efficiencies and experience, might only take $2,000 in time to produce.

And I’m fed up with having to deal with $13,000 worth of Work-In-Progress that the client is only prepared to pay $6,000 for. I. Hate. Billable. Hours.

It's Monsoon Season. Again.

Ahh, autumn. In Vancouver, it’s the time of year when we clean out the gutters, check the sump pumps and the drain tile, invest in a new raincoat and umbrella, and try to figure out how to escape the monsoons that will keep hitting the west coast until oh . . . January.

Ironically, we call these annual monsoons “pineapple expresses” because the rain comes from Hawaii and other places we’d prefer to be by now.