It's just shy of 7:00 am and I'm slowly getting ready for an all-day-Saturday 'strategic planning session' with a client. I'm not really up for this, but have little choice if I want to keep the client deliriously happy. I'll first have my Saturday coffee (a nice French roast that has enough caffeine to jolt me into a state of attention that is befitting an important meeting), then run through a shower, put on my favorite weekend jeans and sweater (client notwithstanding, I'm not doing dress shirt, slacks, and such on THIS Saturday), and head out for a day of joy and wonder.
I'm still smarting from the miserable thief of a lawyer who sent me a $23K bill for work that was worth a fraction. His justification for the size of the bill was "you insisted we attend the meeting in person in New York, instead of by phone, and that took much more time." I asked how much more time it took in person than by telephone and he said "travel time." I asked how many more hours at $450 per hour it took for "travel time" and he hemmed and hawed and couldn't answer. It's a simple case of a high-dollar law firm billing out someone's time for having an attorney's mind on a topic at some point during an hour...and charging for the full hour. I will not use this firm ever again. Enough bitching.
It's a brisk 34 degrees outdoors, so a short-sleeve shirt is out of the question. Better move along, as I have places to be and things to see at 8:30.
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