Most days I love my job. Most days I'm really happy when I can do some good for my clients and I'm disappointed when things don't go as well as I'd like. Most days I'm proud of the work I've done, and I appreciate it when my clients and/or their families say a simple thanks and smile and shake my hand.



Then there are days like yesterday, where a particularly rude and uncalled-for phone call from a client's family member makes me want to check and see if the DA is hiring.


But instead of putting in my two weeks notice, I simply threw the client's file onto my desk with as much force as I could use without actually damaging the file, and then I said mean things about the family member under my breath and imagined myself being quite satisfied after really saying those things instead of acting like a professional. Then I tried telling myself that they were only being rude to me because they are frustrated that their loved one is in jail, but that didn't make me feel better at all so I went back to cursing at the file folder, despite it being an inanimate object and all that.

On the bright side, I got to use the word "belligerent" while on the phone with this family member, and "belligerent" is such a fun word. I'll get to use it again when I explain to my client why that family member should from now on deliver any questions or concerns via the client or his wife, because I don't see myself taking any more phone calls from that particular family member.